one in the afternoon
Here was no blue-jacketed , weather-beaten son of the sea , but a soft-spoken gentleman , for all the world the type of successful business man one meets in all the clubs . He introduced himself immediately , and I invited him to share my freezing cab with Possum and the baggage . That some change had been made in the arrangements by Captain West was all he knew , though he fancied the tug would come along any time . And it did , at one in the afternoon , after I had been compelled to wait and freeze for four mortal hours . During this time I fully made up my mind that I was not going to like this Captain West . Although I had never met him , his treatment of me from the outset had been , to say the least , cavalier . When the _ Elsinore _ lay in Erie Basin , just arrived from California with a cargo of barley , I had crossed over from New York to inspect what was to be my home for many months .