eleven o'clock
Well , that would be the last resort . `` For small stakes ? '' said the grimy quack , in a gloating voice . Rawley nodded , and then added : `` We stop at eleven o'clock , unless I 've lost or won all before that . '' `` And stake what 's left on the last throw ? '' `` Yes . '' There was silence for a moment , in which Rawley seemed to grow older , and a set look came to his mouth -- a broken pledge , no matter what the cause , brings heavy penalties to the honest mind .