one o'clock
I told James 't was a canvasback , and he blazed away at it , but missed it by three fathom , as might have been expected . Finally , my game leg -- rheumatiz , you understand -- begun to give out . So I flops down in the shade of a sand bank to rest , and the reverend goes poking off by himself . I cal ` late I must have fell asleep , for when I looked at my watch it was close to one o'clock , and time for us to be getting back to port . I got up and stretched and took an observation , but further 'n Clarissa 's umbrella on the skyline , I did n't see anything stirring . Brother James wa 'n' t visible , but I jedged he was within hailing distance . You ca n't see very fur on that point , there 's too many sand hills and hummocks .