twelve o'clock
Then the _ Moonbeam _ , although it blew big guns , set herself to watch for the foe . Hour after hour flew by , and the moon , glinting now and then through a rift in the clouds , whitened the curling waves , but showed no signs of the _ Brixham _ , or of anything else . It was an anxious time . At twelve o'clock grog and biscuits were served out . The men never had time to swallow a mouthful -- of biscuit , I mean . No doubt they drank the grog , for those were the days of can-tossing , a custom now happily but seldom honoured . Yes , there she was !