half past five
Great , white-maned surges came rolling in from the ocean to boom thunderously on the ledges round Brimstone . The flying scud made it impossible to see far to windward . It was the worst storm the boys had experienced since they came to the island . At half past five , after everything had been made snug for the night , they assembled for supper . On the table smoked a heaping platter of fresh tongues and cheeks , rolled in meal and fried brown with slices of salt pork . Another spiderful of the same viands sputtered on the stove . Hot biscuits and canned peaches crowned the repast .