three o'clock
With the fore-royal set , Mr. Gibney ran back to the wheel and put it hard over . There being no after sail set the bark swung off readily on to her course , slipping through the water at a nice eight-knot speed . Ten miles off the coast , Mr. Gibney hung her up in the wind again , braced his yards with the aid of the winch and McGuffey , came about and headed north . At three o'clock she cleared the lightship and wore around to come in over the bar , steering east by south , half-south , for Point Bonita . She drew the full advantage of the wind now and over the bar she came , ramping full through the Gate with her yards squared , on the last of the flood tide . As they passed Lime Point , Mr. Gibney prepared to shorten sail and like a clarion blast his voice rang through the ship . `` Clew up them royals . ''