midnight
But Fred Temple has not gained his point yet . He is behind time . Had he arrived at this latitude a week sooner , he would have seen the sun sweep an entire circle in the sky . But calms have delayed him , and now the sun just dips below the horizon at midnight . A good stiff , southerly breeze of a few hours would take him far enough north ; but he can not command the winds to blow , although Bob Bowie , the steward , evidently thinks he can make it blow by whistling ! The sea is like a sheet of glass . Meanwhile , Fred and his friends are enjoying all the delight of daylight which is perpetual .