About midnight
`` And here comes the Lucy Belle . '' The tug took us in charge and puffed with us down the harbour and through the Golden Gate . We had sweated the canvas on her , even to the flying jib and a huge club topsail she sometimes carried at the main , for the afternoon trades had lost their strength . About midnight we drew up on the Farallones . The schooner handled well . Our crew was divided into three watches -- an unusual arrangement , but comfortable . Two men could sail her handily in most sorts of weather .