ten minutes past two
The Long-boat being cast off , the Surf-boat was soon filled . There only remained aboard the Golden Mary , John Mullion the man who had kept on burning the blue-lights -LRB- and who had lighted every new one at every old one before it went out , as quietly as if he had been at an illumination -RRB- ; John Steadiman ; and myself . I hurried those two into the Surf-boat , called to them to keep off , and waited with a grateful and relieved heart for the Long-boat to come and take me in , if she could . I looked at my watch , and it showed me , by the blue-light , ten minutes past two . They lost no time . As soon as she was near enough , I swung myself into her , and called to the men , `` With a will , lads ! She 's reeling ! ''