about eleven at night
Seasick ? I never suffered so in my life . Out of sight of land we picked up the _ Halcyon _ , and Burnley and I went aboard . `` We ran down to Molokai , arriving about eleven at night . The schooner hove to and we landed through the surf in a whale-boat at Kalawao -- the place , you know , where Father Damien died . That squarehead was game . With a couple of revolvers strapped on him he came right along .