four o’clock in the afternoon
Ayrton , who remained standing , and still unmoved , took off his cap and bowed gravely . Glenarvan uncovered , and all the crew followed his example , as if in presence of a man who was about to die , and the boat went off in profound silence . On reaching land , Ayrton jumped on the sandy shore , and the boat returned to the yacht . It was then four o'clock in the afternoon , and from the poop the passengers could see the quartermaster gazing at the ship , standing with folded arms on a rock , motionless as a statue . `` Shall we set sail , my Lord ? '' asked John Mangles . `` Yes , John , '' replied Glenarvan , hastily , more moved than he cared to show .