One o'clock
Now the engines were starting -- they could feel the momentary vibration -- vibration that would cease as they got under way . They could visualize the airtight door being closed ; the portable elevator backing off , returning to the field house . Arcot glanced at his watch . `` One o'clock . The starting signal is due . '' Morey sank back into a comfortable chair . `` Well , now we have a nice long wait till we get to San Francisco and back , Dick , but you 'll have something to talk about then ! ''