noon
`` Are we going there , Paddy ? '' asked Dick , holding on to a stay , and straining his eyes towards the land . `` Ay , are we , '' said Mr Button . `` Hot foot -- five knots , if we 're makin ' wan ; and it 's ashore we 'll be by noon , and maybe sooner . '' The breeze had freshened up , and was blowing dead from the island , as though the island were making a weak attempt to blow them away from it . Oh , what a fresh and perfumed breeze it was ! All sorts of tropical growing things had joined their scent in one bouquet .