about nine o’clock in the morning
That of Gideon Spilett had been preserved from the sea-water , as he had been thrown at once on the sand out of reach of the waves . It was an instrument of excellent quality , a perfect pocket chronometer , which the reporter had not forgotten to wind up carefully every day . As to the engineer 's watch , it , of course , had stopped during the time which he had passed on the downs . The engineer now wound it up , and ascertaining by the height of the sun that it must be about nine o'clock in the morning , he put his watch at that hour . `` No , my dear Spilett , wait . You have kept the Richmond time , have you not ? '' `` Yes , Cyrus . ''