nine o'clock
They were a pretty ugly crowd by nightfall , refusing to go back to the ship when ordered , and roaring and yelling about the settlement to all hours . The afterguard still kept tab on me and Tom , however , and so yet another night passed without our daring to make our date with Old Dibs . But in the morning they lost all patience , rounding up the crew with handspikes , and all going off to the schooner with half of them in irons . Phelps and Nettleship helped to get up anchor themselves , and toward nine o'clock we had the blessed sight of their heels , beating out of the lagoon against a stiff trade . It was hard to have to wait the balance of the day doing nothing , for we might need the tree idea again , and it would have been a mug 's game to have given away the secret to the Kanakas . Tom and me both felt considerable rocky , besides , from having drunk so much gin with the schooner 's people ; for though we had held back all we could , and had tipped our glasses on the sly , we could n't seem too behindhand in whooping it up with them . But we were dead dogs now all right , and the main part of breakfast and dinner was the buckets of water we poured over each other 's heads .