noon
Oh , how delicious those oranges were ! They were the means , I doubt not , of preserving our lives . They quenched our thirst , but they could not stop the pangs of hunger . The sun rose higher and higher , till we guessed it was noon . The wind went down , but the sea still continued to tumble us about most uncomfortably . Both of us were becoming very drowsy when we started up -- a loud shout sounded in our ears . `` Why , lads , you keep a bad look-out on board your craft , '' said a voice .