six o’clock in the evening
We were thoroughly satisfied with the results of our hunting . A gleeful Ned proposed that we return the next day to this magic island , which he planned to depopulate of its every edible quadruped . But he was reckoning without events . By six o'clock in the evening , we were back on the beach . The skiff was aground in its usual place . The Nautilus , looking like a long reef , emerged from the waves two miles offshore . Without further ado , Ned Land got down to the important business of dinner .