Six o'clock
Ahead he had a strange premonition that he was going to have a novel experience . He was . He was aroused by the helmsman reaching out and striking four soft blows on the little bronze bell hanging by the awning-spar over the binnacle . Six o'clock . And the young Jew , in a huge apron and a high astrakhan cap he had picked up somewhere , came slowly up the bridge ladder . `` Captain , '' said Mr. Spokesly , making a number of motions to signify knocking at a door and calling somebody out . `` Savvy ? ''