about
four o'clock
`` So off they went -- skipper , supercargo , and Sarréo and his boat 's crew . We on board soon heard the two guns firing , and were smacking our chops at the thought of pigeon stew for supper . I did not expect to see them back until about supper-time , knowing that the boat had to tow the casks off to the ship , which lay about half a mile from the beach . But about four o'clock I saw the boat pushing off in a deuce of a hurry , and then pull like mad for the ship . Knowing that there was no danger from natives at that part of the island , I could n't make it out , but in a few minutes the boat dashes up alongside , and looking over the side I saw that Sarréo was sitting beside the captain , in between him and Mr. Warby ; his eyes were closed , and I thought he was dead at first . `` We had him lifted up on deck and then carried into the cabin in a brace of shakes , and I saw that he had a bullet wound in his shoulder ; the ball had gone clean through . Then the skipper , who was never much of a talker , told me that Mr. Warby had shot the man accidentally .