about 9:30
Not that I was scared , exactly : but now and then , when the _ Agnes _ sidled downhill and buried the whole front end of her in a wave that looked like a side elevation of the Flatiron Building , I 'd have a panicky thought as to whether some time she would n't forget to come up again . She never did , though . No matter how hard she was soused under , she 'd shake it off with a shiver and go on climbin ' up again patient . There was several vacant chairs at the dinner-table , and when I finally crawled into my bunk about 9:30 I had to brace myself to keep from bein ' slopped out on the floor . I was wonderin ' whether I 'd be too sick to answer the shipwreck call when it came , and I tried to figure out how I 'd feel bouncin ' around on them skyscraper waves draped in thin pajamas and a life belt , until I must have dropped off to sleep . And , take it from me , when I woke up and saw the good old sunshine streamin ' in through the porthole , and discovered that I was still alive and had an appetite for breakfast , I was as thankful a private sec . as ever tore open a pay envelope .