nine o'clock
* * * * * `` Harley 2Q14N20 , '' recited the control assistant at Landon Field . `` Destination , asteroid Z-40 . Red Belt , arc 31.3470 . Sights corrected , flight period twelve minutes , forty-eight seconds past nine o'clock . All set , sir ? '' Harley nodded . He stepped inside the double shell of his new Blinco Dart -- that small but excellent quantity-production craft that had entirely replaced the cumbersome space ships of a decade ago -- and screwed down the man-hole lid .