nine o'clock
Captain Barker still sat and read in his book ; and as he read the tears coursed down his wrinkled cheeks . For it was the first of the famous green volumes . He looked up as his friend advanced ; and Captain Jemmy was forced to regard the weathercock on the roof for a minute or so to make sure of the quarter in which the wind lay . `` It 's due west , '' said Captain John , as he stared up ; `` and it 's ebb-tide till nine o'clock . They 'll sail early . '' `` H 'm ; I should n't wonder . You 're early out of bed . ''