three o'clock
The windsail hangs limp and breathless , and the thermometer stands at 120 ° Fah . Christmas Day ! Slowly in the hot air the hours drag on . One , two , three o'clock . Then , `` one bell . '' No breeze yet . I finish up , score my log on the black-board -- Sea water 90 ° , discharge 116 ° -- and call the Second .