about eleven o'clock
Once , when I went in with refreshments , Wacker was in a terrible temper . It seemed he had lost all his money , and he had staked his rig and lost that , too . One of the two men laughed at him , and rallied him , remarking he would have ` his share , ' whatever that meant , in a day or two , and then they would meet again and give him his revenge . By the way , I 'm off in my story -- Wacker did leave here , about eleven o'clock . '' `` Alone ? '' `` Yes . He was gone half an hour , came back looking wise and excited , joined his cronies again , and at midnight was helpless .