ten o'clock
Old Parlay groaned , moved one arm impotently , and opened his eyes . In them was the light of recognition . `` My brave gentlemen , '' he whispered haltingly . `` Do n't forget ... the auction ... at ten o'clock ... in hell . '' His eyes dropped shut and the lower jaw threatened to drop , but he mastered the qualms of dissolution long enough to omit one final , loud , derisive cackle . Above and below pandemonium broke out . The old familiar roar of the wind was with them .