five minutes before eight
And she had a light-haired man across the street . If she thought I did n't see him , she do n't know me . '' Then she closed the door and left me to my bath and my reflections . At five minutes before eight I was at the Incubator , where I found Hotchkiss and McKnight . They were bending over a table , on which lay McKnight 's total armament -- a pair of pistols , an elephant gun and an old cavalry saber . `` Draw up a chair and help yourself to pie , '' he said , pointing to the arsenal . `` This is for the benefit of our friend Hotchkiss here , who says he is a small man and fond of life . ''