about two o'clock
Since there were only two spots on the coast line of the island that could possibly have this precise latitude , I very soon managed , by reference to one of Ricardo 's charts , to determine that the rendezvous was on the north side of the island ; nay , I was able without difficulty to identify the precise spot on the chart . Another week passed , still with no sign of the return of the _ Barracouta _ , and my impatience to get back to civilisation and friends grew so acute that I was seriously entertaining the idea of stealing a boat from the dockyard and making my escape in her . The only consideration which caused me to hesitate was , that as I fully intended to take Lotta and Mammy with me , I did not care to expose them to the perils and discomforts of a boat voyage until every other resource had failed . A few more days had passed , when , about two o'clock one morning , I was rudely awakened by some individual who had entered my room and was roughly shaking me by the shoulder . I started up in bed and , quickly gathering my confused wits together , recognised the voice that was addressing me as that of Fonseca , the surgeon of the _ Barracouta _ ! `` Hullo , Fonseca , '' I exclaimed , `` where in the name of fortune have you sprung from ? Is the _ Barracouta _ in ? ''