about
eleven o'clock
I see 'd Jan Higgs 's wife a-fishin ' about two hundred yards from the quay , on my way up , an ' warned her to keep her distance . There 's a well o ' water round at the back , an ' I 've fetched a small sack o ' coal , and ef us do n't have a dish o ' tay ready in a brace o ' shakes , then Tom 's killed an ' Mary 's forlorn . '' With the statement of which gloomy alternative Mr. Caleb Trotter broke into a smile of honest pride . `` Caleb , '' said Mr. Fogo from his hammock in the back kitchen at about eleven o'clock on the same night . `` Aye , aye , sir . '' `` Are you comfortable ? '' `` Thank ` ee , sir , gettin ' on nicely .