Five o'clock
Three o'clock came grayly over the world-edge , where the waves made a scalloped horizon . Slowly the watery universe expanded , as the dawn-light palely increased . By four Grenville 's gaze could search all the round of the ocean , but nothing broke either sky or sea . Five o'clock developed merely color on the water , but no sign of a sail or a funnel . Elaine still slept , while Grenville , cramped almost beyond endurance , refused to move , and thereby disturb her slumber . But at six , as he turned for the fiftieth time to scan the limited horizon , he started so unwittingly , at sight of a tree and headland , flatly erected , like a bit of sawed-out stage scenery , above the waste of billows , that Elaine sat up at once . `` It 's land ! ''