about three o'clock
I rigged up a sail out of the oar and the canvas spray shield , but there wa 'n' t wind enough to give us steerageway . So we drifted and drifted , out to sea . And by and by the fog come down and shut us in , and that fixed what little hope I had of bein ' seen by the life patrol on shore . `` The breeze died out flat about three o'clock . In one way this was a good thing . In another it wa 'n' t , because we was well out in deep water , and when the wind did come it was likely to come harder 'n we needed . However , there wa 'n' t nothin ' to do but wait and hope for the best , as the feller said when his wife 's mother was sick .