three o'clock
I grew so cold and numb , finally , that I ceased to shiver . But my muscles and bones began to ache in a way that was agony . The tide had long since begun to rise , and , foot by foot , it drove me in toward the beach . High water came at three o'clock , and at three o'clock I drew myself up on the beach , more dead than alive , and too helpless to have offered any resistence had Yellow Handkerchief swooped down upon me . But no Yellow Handkerchief appeared . He had given up and gone back to Point Pedro . Nevertheless , I was in a deplorable , not to say a dangerous , condition .