two in the morning
Our lips were dry and cracked , nor could we longer moisten them with our tongues . Then the wind slowly died down . By night it was dead calm and I was toiling once more at the oars -- but weakly , most weakly . At two in the morning the boat 's bow touched the beach of our own inner cove and I staggered out to make the painter fast . Maud could not stand , nor had I strength to carry her . I fell in the sand with her , and , when I had recovered , contented myself with putting my hands under her shoulders and dragging her up the beach to the hut . The next day we did no work .