ten o'clock
Then the _ Petrel _ turns on a couple of search-lights . Course , we was ` way out of range , but somehow it seemed like them swingin ' streaks of light was goin ' to reach out and pick us up any minute . For an hour or so we watched 'em feelin ' for us , gettin ' a bit nearer , reachin ' and swingin ' , with the _ Agnes _ strainin ' herself to slip away , but losin ' a little of her lead every minute . Must have been near ten o'clock when Rupert announces cheerful : `` By George ! She 's falling behind . Those searchlights are getting dimmer . '' `` I believe you 're right , '' says Old Hickory .