evening about eight o'clock
He was simple and furious and very hearty , and that all made him good company . The negroes looked murderous , and the other white man shifty and dirty , but he was a competent seaman . Three weeks later we passed Tobago and were looking for Clyde 's little island . We dropped anchor there one evening about eight o'clock . The moon was high and the sea bright . It was sixteen years since I 'd seen that shore last , the night I rowed old Clyde up the inlet , and we buried his canvas bags . It was hard won enough by the old man , that money , with twenty years ' dodging South American customs .