noon
`` My father does . He 's been called back West . '' Bells rang , the wheel began to churn , and Banneker , falling asleep in his berth with a vivifying breeze blowing across him , awoke in broad daylight to a view of sparkling little waves which danced across his vision to smack impudently the flanks of the speeding craft . `` We 'll be in by noon , '' was Smith 's greeting as they met on the companionway for a swim . `` What do you do it for ? '' asked Banneker , seated at the breakfast table , with an appetite such as he had not known for weeks . `` Do what ? ''