one in the morning
When the ship took one of her desperate dives the corners of his lips twitched . Captain MacWhirr looked up at the wheelhouse clock . Screwed to the bulk-head , it had a white face on which the black hands appeared to stand quite still . It was half-past one in the morning . `` Another day , '' he muttered to himself . The second mate heard him , and lifting his head as one grieving amongst ruins , `` You wo n't see it break , '' he exclaimed . His wrists and his knees could be seen to shake violently .