a quarter to seven
Norderney light was flashing ahead , and Davies could take his tired eyes from the pool of light . ` Damn ! ' was all he uttered in the way of gratitude for this mercy , and I felt very much the same ; for in a fog Davies in a dinghy was a match for a steamer ; in a clear he lost his handicap . It was a quarter to seven . ` An hour 'll do it , if we buck up , ' he pronounced , after taking a rough bearing with the two lights . He pointed out a star to me , which we were to keep exactly astern , and again I applied to their labour my aching back and smarting palms . ` What did you say about seven of something ? '