eleven o'clock
A moment later and we were off . Kate and Uncle Enos occupied one seat , and I sat directly behind them . A ride of an hour followed , and finally , after crossing a number of other railroads , we rolled into a brick station , and the conductor sang out : -- `` Trenton ! '' It was eleven o'clock when we crossed the wooden foot-bridge of the station and emerged upon the street . `` We 'll go to the prison at once , '' said my uncle . `` Perhaps it is n't ` visiting day , ' as they call it , but I reckon I can fix it . Sailors on shore have special privileges , '' he added with a laugh .