one o'clock in the morning
Marian agreed to stand the first watch until one o'clock , Lucile to finish the night . In the morning they would take their small gasoline launch , which was at this moment hidden around the bend in a small creek , and would carry the boy to the emigration office at Fort Townsend . They had worked and played hard that day . When Lucile was wakened at one o'clock in the morning , she found herself unspeakably drowsy . A brisk walk to the beach and back , then a dash of cold spring water on her face , roused her . As she came back to camp she thought she caught a faint and distant sound . `` Like an oarlock creaking , '' she told herself , `` yet who would be out there at this time of night ? ''