three o’clock
in the morning
You 've maybe seen them . '' I have seen them , and Peter knew it well . I have seen more of them than I want to . There was an occasion when Peter and I lay at anchor in that bay , and a sudden shift of wind set us to beating out at three o'clock in the morning . The rocks were not uncovered then , but the waves were breaking fiercely over them . We had little room for tacking , and I am not likely to forget the time we went about a few yards to windward of them . The stretch of wild surf under our lee looked ghastly white in the dim twilight of the dawn .