eight o'clock
The seven men shrugged their shoulders helplessly , and Hezekiah , looking depressed , lit his pipe , and went and leaned over the side . The day passed quietly . The orders were given by the mate , and Hezekiah lounged moodily about , a prisoner at large . At eight o'clock Miss Rumbolt was given the key of the state-room , and the men who were not in the watch went below . The morning broke fine and clear with a light breeze , which , towards mid-day , dropped entirely , and the schooner lay rocking lazily on a sea of glassy smoothness . The sun beat fiercely down , bringing the fresh paint on the taffrail up in blisters , and sorely trying the tempers of the men who were doing odd jobs on deck . The cabin , where the two victims of a mutinous crew had retired for coolness , got more and more stuffy , until at length even the scorching deck seemed preferable , and the girl , with a faint hope of finding a shady corner , went languidly up the companion-ladder .