one o'clock
At last he rested on his oars . `` We 've missed it , '' he acknowledged , despondently . They were lost now in good earnest . It was one o'clock . The fog hung over them like a heavy gray pall , so damp and thick that it was almost stifling . Percy turned the pea-pod bow to the wind and began rowing again . `` We must try to hold our own till it clears up , '' he observed , with attempted cheerfulness .