about ten o'clock
I felt that it would be adding another chapter to a life which I have termed `` adventurous . '' At night Raoul and I , disguised in the leathern dresses of two rancheros , stole round the lines , and reached Punta Hornos , a point beyond our own pickets . Here we `` took the water '' , wading waist-deep . This was about ten o'clock . The tide was just setting out , and the night , by good fortune , was as dark as pitch . As the swell rolled in we were buried to the neck , and when it rolled back again we bent forward ; so that at no time could much of our bodies be seen above the surface . In this manner , half wading , half swimming , we kept up to the town .