6:30
Harker smiled -- actually smiled -- the dark , bitter smile of one who is without hope ; but at the same time his action belied his words , for his hands instinctively sought the hilt of the great Kukri knife and rested there . `` When does the next train start for Galatz ? '' said Van Helsing to us generally . `` At 6:30 to-morrow morning ! '' We all started , for the answer came from Mrs. Harker . `` How on earth do you know ? '' said Art .