midday
The night did not stop him , and by the time he was tired enough for sleep he had lightened the boat of everything stowed into her the previous day . Before sunrise he was at work again , removing her sandbags , her sails , flags , cordage , even her spars . The mast would have been heavy for two men to handle , but he got it out whole , though not without hurting one hand so painfully that he had to lie off for over two hours . But by midday he was busy again , and when at low water poor Sweetheart comfortably turned upon her side on the odorous , clean sand , it was never more to rise . The keen , new axe of her master ended her days . `` No ! O no ! ''