eleven o'clock
I asked . `` No matter now ; it may help your memory . '' It was a little roll of wet paper , and I thrust it into my pocket as I drove into the yard . Although it was after eleven o'clock , Captain Fishley and his wife were still up , waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guest . `` Now , remember , '' said Squire Fishley , as I drove into the yard , and the captain came out at the back door . `` Do n't be at all afraid of me , '' I replied . `` How are you , Moses ? ''