eleven
o'clock
It was late the night of the big feast at Post Fort O ' God that MacDonnell , the factor , sent for Challoner . Challoner was preparing for bed when an Indian boy pounded on the door of his shack and a moment later gave him the message . He looked at his watch . It was eleven o'clock . What could the Factor want of him at that hour , he wondered ? Flat on his belly near the warm box stove Miki watched his new-found master speculatively as he pulled on his boots . His eyes were wide open now .