two o'clock
When he is within ten feet of the beach the boys run up the bank and land him safely , as he turns his body into a circle in his attempts to shake out the hook . Being called upon to estimate his weight , I give it as 11 lbs. , much to the twins ' sorrow -- they think it 15 lbs . Half an hour passes , and we catch but half a dozen silvery bream and some small baby whiting , for now the sun is beating down upon our heads , and our naked feet begin to burn and sting , so we adjourn to the old house and rest awhile , leaving our big lines securely tied . But , though the breeze for which we wait comes along by two o'clock , the fish do not , and so , after disinterring our takes from the wet sand wherein we had buried them as caught to prevent them being spoilt by the sun , we get aboard again and pull across to the opposite bank of the river . Here , in much deeper water , about fifteen feet right under the clayey bank , we can see hundreds of fine bream , and now and then some small jew-fish . Taking off our sinkers , we have as good and more exciting sport among the bream than we had with the whiting , catching between four and five dozen by six o'clock . Then , after boiling the billy and eating some fearfully tough corned meat , we get into the boat again , hoist our sail , and land at the little township just after dark .