About four in the afternoon
When death is at hand most of us do not think much of such things because then we realise how small they are . Indeed I was wondering whether within a few minutes or hours I should or should not see Natalie again , and if this were the end to which she had seemed to beckon me in that dream . On we sped , and on . About four in the afternoon we heard sounds from Bastin 's cabin which faintly reminded me of some tune . I crept to the door and listened . Evidently he had awakened and was singing or trying to sing , for music was not one of his strong points , `` For those in peril on the sea . '' Devoutly did I wish that it might be heard .