About five o'clock
It was gorgeous weather , and out on the blue water I saw cool sails moving and little breezes ruffling the calm , while I was glowing like a furnace . Happily I was in fair training , and I needed it . The Portuguese Jew must have done a steady six miles an hour over abominable country . About five o'clock we came to a point where I dared not follow . The road ran flat by the edge of the sea , so that several miles of it were visible . Moreover , the man had begun to look round every few minutes . He was getting near something and wanted to be sure that no one was in his neighbourhood .