half past seven
What a clumsy liar he was ! I said nothing at all to him , but hurried down stairs as fast as I could without running . I felt much safer with the Professor , -- perhaps he was as big a rascal as the other , -- but he was n't as slimy in his manner . It was half past seven , and they had eaten their breakfast . They had saved some for me , and I ate it , keeping an eye out for Snider . He did not reappear , however , and after I had finished eating , I got `` The Rifle Rangers '' and went outside with it to read , and wait for the people who were coming on the steamboat . I felt more comfortable outdoors than in .