four o'clock
The Rector talked on very calmly . That temper of his was hard to ruffle ! But Tonet and Dolores sat looking at the floor , as though they were ashamed of something . At four o'clock , the final preparations for the sailing of the fleet began . The _ bòu _ - boats , two by two , were moored to the harbor wharfs , dipping their masts on the swell as though curtseying to the people ashore , while their hulls went up and down in graceful undulation . Those tiny sea-dogs , with their rough profiles of ancient galleys , made one think of the old armadas of Aragon , or of the fleets of doughty pinnaces with which Roger de Lauria used to spread terror along the coasts of Sicily . And the fishermen , too , as they came down , crew by crew , their clothes and blankets in rolls over their backs , looked like the bands of _ almogávars _ that gathered , of old , on the beach of Salou , to sail , in like craft or worse ones , to the conquest of Majorca .