about nine in the morning
In the course of a week everything was ready , our bags well lined , being concealed in the storehouse at the landing . Of this building I could at any moment procure the key , my authority as heir-apparent being very considerable , already , on the farm . As for Neb , he was directed to have the boat all ready for the succeeding Tuesday evening , it being the plan to sail the day after the Wallingford of Clawbonny -LRB- this was the name of the sloop -RRB- had gone on one of her regular trips , in order to escape a pursuit . I had made all the calculations about the tide , and knew that the Wallingford would go out about nine in the morning , leaving us to follow before midnight . It was necessary to depart at night and when the wharf was clear , in order to avoid observation . Tuesday was an uneasy , nervous and sad day for us all , Mr. Hardinge excepted . As the last had not the smallest distrust , he continued calm , quiet , and cheerful as was his wont .