eight o'clock
`` I 'm fair sick o ' lending you money . '' Mr. Gibbs shook his head and spoke sagely about not spoiling the ship for a ha ` porth o ' tar ; but Mr. Kidd was obdurate . `` There 's enough for ` er to reckernize you by , '' he said , sternly , `` and we do n't want other people to . Meet us at the Monument at eight o'clock to-morrow night , and we 'll get it over . '' `` Give your orders , '' said Mr. Gibbs , in a nasty voice . `` Keep your ` at well over your eyes , '' commanded Mr. Kidd , sternly . `` Put them spectacles on wot I lent you , and it would n't be a bad idea if you tied your face up in a piece o ' red flannel . ''