eight o'clock
exclaimed Caterna . `` Messrs. Wheeler ! '' And they were Turkomans ! After that nothing more could be done than leave a town so dishonored by the masterpiece of mechanical locomotion , and that was what we did at eight o'clock . We dined an hour after the train left . In the dining car were several newcomers , among others two negroes whom Caterna began to speak of as darkies . None of these travelers , Popof told me , would cross the Russo-Chinese frontier , so that they interested me little or not at all .