about two o'clock
Sam cursed her again , and sat down to wait with what patience he could muster until it should slowly sink out of sight . When the bright scimitar edge sunk behind Nine-Mile Point he arose with a beating heart . Making his blankets into a bundle , he took his way once more around the strip of beach , his moccasined feet falling noiselessly on the sand . It was about two o'clock , and the afterglow had moved around to the north-east . In an hour it would be light again . The island objects loomed twice their size in this dusk of dusk . Sam kept close under the willows to avoid making a silhouette against the sky .