seven o'clock
If we keep on asking questions , we 'll go wrong , sure . '' Henry Burns 's response was to pick up his end of the canoe , and they went cautiously down through the tangle of grasses to the stream . The buoyant craft rested lightly on its surface ; they stepped aboard , Henry Burns in the bow , his companion , Jack Harvey , in the stern , dipped their paddles joyously together , and went swiftly on their way . It was about half-past seven o'clock of a June morning . The sun was lightening the landscape , yet it was by no means clear . The day had , in fact , come in foggy , and the mist was slow in burning off from the hills . Often , at intervals , it hung over the water like a thin curtain .