midnight
The breeze freshened , and Bevins , now in command , got the anchor , and under jib and reefed foresail they headed out for the sea . Jarrow 's room having been cleared early in the night , and the captain wrapped in old canvas , the body was dropped overboard as they passed clear of the reefs , Trask saying from memory as much as he could remember of the service for burials at sea . Through the glass Trask saw a white figure watching them from the edge of the jungle as they drove southward for Manila before a steady wind from the northeast . Marjorie , who had slept after midnight , leaned against the taffrail with Trask , watching Shope and Pennock trimming the sails . Bevins had the wheel but Locke was asleep below , having remained up all night . `` Poor old Captain Dinshaw , '' said Marjorie . `` He 'll never have his big house with good soup for supper . ''