six o'clock
Eternal shelter reigned there . On one of the other islands , a few hundred yards away -- for the rest of the party slept late this first morning , and we took to the canoe -- we discovered a spring of fresh water untainted by the brackish flavour of the Baltic , and having thus solved the most important problem of the Camp , we next proceeded to deal with the second -- fish . And in half an hour we reeled in and turned homewards , for we had no means of storage , and to clean more fish than may be stored or eaten in a day is no wise occupation for experienced campers . And as we landed towards six o'clock we heard the clergyman singing as usual and saw his wife and Sangree shaking out their blankets in the sun , and dressed in a fashion that finally dispelled all memories of streets and civilisation . `` The Little People lit the fire for me , '' cried Maloney , looking natural and at home in his ancient flannel suit and breaking off in the middle of his singing , `` so I 've got the porridge going -- and this time it 's _ not _ burnt . '' We reported the discovery of water and held up the fish . `` Good !