About three in the morning
Ay , he would wait for the shark ; but if he had heard him coming ! ... His smile was tragic . He could have spat upon himself . About three in the morning , chance , and the set of the current , and the bias of his own right-handed body , so decided it between them that he came to shore upon the beach in front of Attwater 's . There he sat down , and looked forth into a world without any of the lights of hope . The poor diving dress of self-conceit was sadly tattered ! With the fairy tale of suicide , of a refuge always open to him , he had hitherto beguiled and supported himself in the trials of life ; and behold !