two o'clock
A large , plump-faced , young man in soiled khaki shirt and shorts , with extremely hairy legs , was doodling on his notepad and eating candy out of a bag . And a black-haired girl in a suit of coveralls three sizes too big for her , and , apparently , not much of anything else , lounged with one knee hooked over her chair-arm , staring into the screen at the distant horizon . `` I can see them , '' the girl said , lifting a hand in front of her . `` At two o'clock , about one of my hand 's - breaths above the horizon . But only four of them . '' The man with the grizzled beard put his face into the fur around the eyepiece of the telescopic - ` visor and twisted a dial . `` You have good eyes , Miss Quinton , '' he complimented .