two o'clock
I knew I could do it , and dressed as soon as possible and walked to the Lone Oak , a sergeant escorting . There , as I expected , the big soldier known as D'ri was waiting , his canoe in a wagon that stood near . We all mounted the seat , driving pell-mell on a rough road to Tibbals Point , on the southwest corner of Wolf Island . A hard journey it was , and near two o'clock , I should say , before we put our canoe in the water . Then the man D'ri helped me to an easy seat in the bow and shoved off . A full moon , yellow as gold , hung low in the northwest . The water was calm , and we cut across `` the moon way , '' that funnelled off to the shores of Canada .