eleven o'clock
Laura knew Tom , of course , better than he knew himself , and she knew old Mipples too . So she knew , as well as she knew that she was rubbing black lead on the stove , while she thought these things over , -- she knew that they would not stay at Squire 's two minutes after they had landed Jotham Fields . She knew they would do just what they did , -- put to sea , though it blew guns , though now the surf was running its worst on the Seal 's Back . She knew , too , that if they had not missed the island , they would have been here , at the latest , before eleven o'clock . And by the time it was one she could no longer doubt that they had lost the island , and were tacking about looking for it in the bay , if , indeed , in that gale they dared to tack at all . No ! Laura knew only too well , that where they were was beyond her guessing ; that the good God and they two only knew .