Ten o’clock
The drenched tide waiters at St. Heliers pier anathematized the still distant Stella , whose lights now blinked feebly , laboring far out at sea . `` An hour yet to wait ! '' growled the bedraggled customs officers . Ten o'clock ! The good burghers of St. Heliers had given up their whist , and taken their last drop of `` hot and hot . '' In St. Aubin 's Bay , from Corbin 's Light , from mansion in town , and cot among the Druidical rocks , anxious eyes now gazed out on the wild sea , where Andrew Fraser tried to calm the terrified Nadine Johnstone . Mattie Jones was lying senseless , a helpless mass of cowering humanity , while the anxious captain and pilot vigorously swore , as became hardy British seamen .