ten o'clock
Captain Davenport compromised on a point and a half , and then went aloft , accompanied by McCoy and the first mate , to keep a lookout for land . Sail had been made , so that the Pyrenees was doing ten knots . The following sea was dying down rapidly . There was no break in the pearly fog , and by ten o'clock Captain Davenport was growing nervous . All hands were at their stations , ready , at the first warning of land ahead , to spring like fiends to the task of bringing the Pyrenees up on the wind . That land ahead , a surf-washed outer reef , would be perilously close when it revealed itself in such a fog . Another hour passed .