About three o'clock
And those black pipes sticking out of the turrets ! One sneeze from those snouts , and it would be all day with the Rector 's outfit and part of to-morrow ! The smugglers studied the fleet with the uneasy respect a pickpocket has for a squad of policemen marching by . About three o'clock , a dark irregularity , something like the arched back of a whale , rose on the horizon ahead ! Land ! And Tonet , who remembered having seen it before , called it the _ Cabo de la Mala Dona _ , the farthest outpost of the coast . Algiers was more to port !