about one o'clock in the morning
The Chief himself would be talking quite friendly to you , when you would suddenly catch sight of that glass eye glaring at you , full of undying and unreasonable hate . He would be roaring with laughter at some joke , while all the time the glass eye seemed to be calculating a cold-blooded murder . It was strange enough in its socket ; but I tell you , when I ran up to call him for a hot bearing one night and he looked across at me with one bright blue eye and the other bloody-red and sunken , and I saw the glass thing staring at me from the dressing table -- Humph ! `` At last , about one o'clock in the morning , we were outside , and he sent me up to see if the pilot had gone . Just as I stumbled up on the bridge-deck I saw the pilot going over the side , down a rope ladder . Oh , did n't I wish I was going with him ! She was beginning to roll , you see .