ten o'clock
`` My word , '' he cried , `` we 've hit the Fisher Bank ! You 'd best lash the wheel , get our breakfast , and take a spell of sleep on deck . Tie a string to your finger and pass it down to me , so that I can wake you up . '' Weeks waked him up at ten o'clock , and they ran southwest with a steady wind till six , when Weeks shouted -- `` Take another cast with your lead . '' The sand upon the tallow was white like salt . `` Yes , '' said Weeks ; `` I thought we was hereabouts . We 're on the edge of the Dogger , and we 'll be in Yarmouth by the morning . ''