six o'clock
This being the spirit of my men , my hopes revived . The enemy came on slowly , but still they were nearing me . With hearty good-will every one on board kept whistling for a wind , but for all that the breeze did not come . At six o'clock one of the headmost ships tried the range of her guns by firing a shot at me . It came pretty near , but a miss is as good as a mile . There was , however , no time to be lost . Another and another shot came whistling after me .