about five o’clock in the
afternoon
Byron , The Corsair , I. 35 . The only other midshipman on board the cutter beside young Walcolm , whose miserable death we had witnessed , twas a light delicate little fellow , about fourteen years old , of the name of Duncan ; he was the smallest boy of his age I ever saw , and had been badly hurt in repelling the attack of the pirate . His wound was a lacerated puncture in the left shoulder from a boarding pike , but it appeared to be healing kindly , and for some days we thought he was doing well . However , about five o'clock in the afternoon on which we made Jamaica , the surgeon accosted Mr Douglas as we were walking the deck together . `` I fear little Duncan is going to slip through my fingers after all , sir . '' `` No ! -- I thought he had been better . ''