About four in the afternoon
I thought it would set you wondering ? '' `` Now , Mr. Lootie , what do you say to your _ feather _ ? '' `` That I hate senseless jokes , and the fools who make them , '' snarled the ex-distiller , as he retired with a face as black as a thunder-cloud . About four in the afternoon , the clouds cleared away , the sun came out brilliantly , and the cry of `` Land ! land , to the left ! '' was sung out lustily from the mast-head . The little tailor had won the promised reward , and it was not many minutes before he reached the deck to claim it .