five o'clock
The boys , having returned their powder to the magazine till it was again wanted , were glad enough to stretch their legs , and still more to follow Green 's advice by swallowing the food which was served out to them . The rest of the enemy 's squadron were still in sight , scattered here and there , and considerably ahead of the _ Menager _ ; the frigate was , however , gaining on the latter , and if the wind held , would certainly be up with her some time in the afternoon . Every stitch of canvas she could carry was set on board the _ Foxhound _ . It was already five o'clock . The crew had returned to their quarters , and the powder-monkeys were seated on their tubs . Both the pursuer and pursued were on the larboard tack , going free . `` We have her now within range of our guns , '' cried Captain Waring .