ten o'clock
Damn the dog , anyway ! And damn Galbraith too ! And as I froze on in the cab on that bleak pier-end , I damned myself as well , and the mad freak that had started me voyaging on a sailing-ship around the Horn . By ten o'clock a nondescript youth arrived on foot , carrying a suit-case , which was turned over to me a few minutes later by the wharfinger . It belonged to the pilot , he said , and gave instructions to the chauffeur how to find some other pier from which , at some indeterminate time , I should be taken aboard the _ Elsinore _ by some other tug . This served to increase my irritation . Why should I not have been informed as well as the pilot ?