eight o'clock
`` Can we two work the schooner back to port ourselves ? '' `` We 'll try it on , anyhow , mate , '' said Moran ; `` we might get her into San Diego , anyhow . '' The Chinamen had left plenty of provisions on board , and Moran cooked breakfast . Fortunately , by eight o'clock a very light westerly breeze came up . Moran and Wilbur cast off the gaskets and set the fore and main sails . Wilbur was busy at the forward bitts preparing to cast loose from the kelp , and Moran had taken up her position at the wheel when suddenly she exclaimed : `` Sail ho ! -- and in God 's name what kind of a sail do you call it ? ''