two o'clock
Guess I was foolish . You ai n't a man ; you 're a porpoise . '' With this half-annoyed sally , she swung the bow of the boat and rowed away . An Informative Visitor That afternoon , prompt at two o'clock , a whistle sounded beyond the point and , shortly afterwards , the steamboat _ Siwash _ , north bound , entered the Bay . Jake and I were waiting at the end of the wharf , seated in a large , wide-beamed , four-oared boat , with Mike , the dog , -- still eyeing me suspiciously , -- crouching between his master 's feet . We had a raft and half a dozen small rowing boats of all shapes and conditions , strung out , Indian file , from our stern . Every available thing in Golden Crescent Bay that could float , down to a canoe and an old Indian dug-out , we borrowed or requisitioned for our work .