five o'clock
Matak stretched out on a cross seat , unhappy in the deafening roar of the motors and the rhythmic rise and fall of the speeding craft in the smooth landswells . As they rounded Sarangani in the middle of the calm moonlit night Adams left the cockpit long enough to cover Terry with a thick blanket , for he had succumbed to the monotonous chorus of the motors and the lull of the bewitching night at sea . As the calm weather held , Adams steered straight for Zamboanga , putting out to sea in the little motorboat . When Terry woke Basilan was in sight , and at five o'clock they rushed down the tidal current of the Straits and eased into the slip alongside the dock . Adams , grimy , worn with his long vigil , grinned contentedly under Terry 's warm thanks . Leaving Matak to secure a bullcart to transport his luggage to the Major 's house Terry hurried down the dock and entered the Government Building . The clerks had left for the day but at Terry 's knock the Governor himself threw wide the door .