nine o'clock
`` Oh , that is it , is it ? '' said Reginald dryly . Dick made no reply . At nine o'clock they were on board the vessel ; at ten she weighed anchor , and a steam-vessel drew her down the river about thirty miles , then cast off , and left her to the south-easterly breeze . Up went sail after sail ; she nodded her lofty head , and glided away for Africa . Phoebe shed a few natural tears at leaving the shores of Old England ; but they soon dried . She was demurely happy , watching her prize , and asking herself had she really secured it , and all in a few hours ?