two o'clock
Some time he 'll do it once too often . Well , as the saying goes , ` When rum 's in , wit 's out ! ' How 's lobsters ? '' At two o'clock on a Friday morning toward the end of August Spurling and Whittington started with six tubs of trawl , baited with salted herring , for Clay Bank . Long before sunrise the last fathom of ground-line had gone overboard and the tubs were empty . Swinging the _ Barracouta _ about , they retraced their course to the first buoy . A long , oily ocean swell , heaving in from the south , undulated the breezeless sea .