about one o'clock
I did n't understand half of what they said ; but it all seemed to be full of terrible meaning , like the words heard in dreams . Marah was very kind in his rough sailor 's way , but I was homesick , achingly homesick , and his jokes only made me more wretched than I was . At last he told me to turn in again and get some sleep , and , after I had tucked myself up , the men were quieter . I slept in a dazed , light-headed fashion -LRB- as I had slept in the afternoon -RRB- till some time early in the morning -LRB- at about one o'clock -RRB- , when a hand shook my hammock , and Marah 's voice bade me rise . It was dark in the cave , almost pitch-dark . Marah took my arm and led me downstairs to the lower cave , where one or two battle-lanterns made it somewhat lighter . There were nearly twenty men gathered together in the cave , and I could see that the lugger had been half filled with stores , all securely stowed , ready for the sea .