eight o'clock
Only on one day did it rain , and this merely served to make the fish bite better . But each and every one of the Jolly Rovers had the true instinct of the canoeist , and when Monday 's sun dropped redly behind the hills they were eager to start afresh on their wanderings . Their arms tingled to grasp the paddle and drive the graceful canoe over the blue water ; they longed to explore the great unknown territory that lay in front of them , to seek new camping grounds and new adventures . At eight o'clock on Tuesday morning the crimson and gold pennant stood stiffly against the breeze as it led the little fleet from the spot where so many happy hours had been spent . It was a glorious day -- a day when all living things should have been happy . So it seemed to the boys as they paddled lazily down mid-channel with the slanting sunbeams on their bronzed and radiant faces . But the business of life went on just the same around them .