about two o'clock
Day and night , always , there are the men on watch , the look-out on the forecastle head , the man at the wheel , and the officer of the deck . I lie reading in my bunk , which is on the weather side , and continually over my head during the long night hours impact the footsteps of one mate or the other , pacing up and down , and , as I well know , the man himself is for ever peering for ` ard from the break of the poop , or glancing into the binnacle , or feeling and gauging the weight and direction of wind on his cheek , or watching the cloud-stuff in the sky adrift and a-scud across the stars and the moon . Always , always , there are wakeful eyes on the _ Elsinore _ . Last night , or this morning , rather , about two o'clock , as I lay with the printed page swimming drowsily before me , I was aroused by an abrupt outbreak of snarl from Mr. Pike . I located him as at the break of the poop ; and the man at whom he snarled was Larry , evidently on the main deck beneath him . Not until Wada brought me breakfast did I learn what had occurred . Larry , with his funny pug nose , his curiously flat and twisted face , and his querulous , plaintive chimpanzee eyes , had been moved by some unlucky whim to venture an insolent remark under the cover of darkness on the main deck .