seven o’clock
They paused at the top and looked back ; Stone-pen Quay was still laughing . Moved by a common idea of their personal safety , they struck inland , preferring an additional mile or two to encountering Dick . Conversation was at a discount , and they plodded on sulkily along the dusty road , their lips parched and their legs aching . They got back to the Seamew at seven o'clock , and greeting Henry , who was in sole charge , with fair words and soothing compliments , persuaded him to make them some tea . `` Where 's Dick ? '' inquired Sam casually as he sat drinking it . `` Ai n't seen ' im since dinner , '' said the boy .