eleven o'clock
Collins ' eyes were fixed on the moonlit Pacific , away off to the west , and the boy 's eyes followed those of his captive . A steamer was creeping into the shallow harbor at Calleo , and the dark spot on the sand showed that a crowd was there to greet her . The Vixen was too far away for Ned to see the surf boats getting ready to take off the passengers and freight , but he knew that they were there . It was now eleven o'clock , and the moon was well up in the sky . The ribs of the Andes lay like silver in its light . Strain his eyes as he might , there was no indication of the Nelson . `` Fine view ! ''