nine o'clock
I pumped her dry . Then I screwed the cap on again and went home , taking Allie 's bilge-pump with me , for I could n't stop to unship the hose . The tide was coming in fast . `` At nine o'clock that night I was in my skiff , rowing off to where my power-boat laid in deep water back of the bar . When I reached her I made the skiff fast astern , lit a lantern , which I put in a locker under a thwart , and set still in the pitch-dark , smoking and waiting . `` 'T was a long , wearisome wait . There was a no ` thwest wind coming up , and the waves were running pretty choppy on the bar .