six o'clock
The little Italian had lost much of his melancholy . He enjoyed his work and the good-fellowship of the camp . The weeks of association with his new friends had made of him an entirely different fellow from the lonely , homesick lad they had picked up on the steamboat wharf at Stonington . The two boys started in the pea-pod at six o'clock . A glassy calm overspread the sea . Even the perpetual ocean swell seemed to have lost much of its force . `` I 'll row ! ''