three o'clock
We saw braces fly and masts fall in the volley . The _ Niagara _ sheered off , pouring shoals of metal on a British schooner , stripping her bare . Our little boats had come up , and were boring into the brigs . In a brief time -- it was then near three o'clock -- a white flag , at the end of a boarding-pike , fluttered over a British deck . D'ri , who had been sitting awhile , was now up and cheering as he waved his crownless hat . He had lent his flag , and , in the flurry , some one dropped it overboard . D'ri saw it fall , and before we could stop him he had leaped into the sea .