eight o'clock
For some mysterious reason connected with tonnage , the old _ Manola _ had a small bathroom at the after end of the bridge deck , a most unusual appurtenance in a tramp steamer of her day , as some of you fellows know well enough . I had fixed up a contraption by which I could pump sea water through a home-made shower . I was in this place having a wash down and towelling vigorously when I heard the steward talking to the cook outside the porthole . He was saying that he was going ashore to the market to get some fresh green stuff and the cook was to tell the old man that he would be back by eight o'clock . The steward , an extremely quiet and modest creature with the ferocious name of Tonderbeg , was standing close by , and the blue wreathes from his cigarette curled into the port . He looked up and saw me , making a slight bow and smile , and raising his hand in an automatic way to the salute . '' ` Goot morning , Mister Chief , ' he said .