three in the morning
The trollers distrusted Folly Bay . They said to one another that if Gower could kill off competition he would cut the price to the bone . He had done that before . But when a fisherman rises wearily from his bunk at three in the morning and spends the bulk of the next eighteen hours hauling four one hundred and fifty foot lines , each weighted with from six to fifteen pounds of lead , he feels that he is entitled to every cent he can secure for his day 's labor . The Gower boats got fish . The mustard pot came back next day , paying fifty-five cents . A good many trollers sold him their fish before they learned that MacRae was paying the same .