four in the morning
_ '' It was a little before midnight when the `` Spitfire '' came to anchor in Craven 's Bay , after having been piloted to anchorage by a quartermaster 's tug that put off from Fort Craven on signal . `` Fine place , if your searchlight is keen enough , '' yawned Eph , gazing off into the darkness . Eph and Williamson had slept through the evening , after supper , and were now to take the night watch tricks , the machinist 's deck watch beginning at once and lasting until four in the morning . About an hour after daylight , Eph Somers deserted the deck , except for occasional intervals . After a while the odor of coffee and steak was in the air . Then , snatching up a bugle , Somers sounded the reveille tumultuously through the small cabin of the submarine torpedo boat .