About three in the morning
How Maud could stand it was beyond me . I was too tired to thrash my arms about and warm myself , but I found strength time and again to chafe her hands and feet to restore the circulation . And still she pleaded with me not to cast off the masts . About three in the morning she was caught by a cold cramp , and after I had rubbed her out of that she became quite numb . I was frightened . I got out the oars and made her row , though she was so weak I thought she would faint at every stroke . Morning broke , and we looked long in the growing light for our island .