four o'clock
Fishermen call 'em ` butter-mouths , ' their flesh is so tender ; under jaw 's the only place where a hook will hold to lift 'em by . See his red lips , and that black streak down each side . And look at these two black spots , big as silver dollars , on his shoulders ; that 's where they say the devil got him between his thumb and forefinger , but could n't hold on . '' It was now not far from four o'clock . The sun , rising straight from the water , lifted his fiery red disk above the eastern horizon . It was a strange sight to Percy . The sunrises he had seen could almost be numbered on the fingers of one hand .