about nine o'clock in the morning
The dug-out stayed where it was on account of being pushed in among the reeds and oh , jiminety , it was nice sitting there . I thought maybe the creek would empty out again into Bridgeboro River and I could tie up there and , go home . But I had a big surprise waiting for me , you can bet . It was about nine o'clock in the morning when I started on that crazy trail and it was about five o'clock in the afternoon when the tide began to turn and go back . All the while I was sitting there waiting I thought about the Indian that owned that canoe . Maybe his bones were down underneath there , I thought . Ugh , I 'd like to see them .