eight o'clock
Trask left his room door open , and was awakened several times during the night . It seemed to him that the wind had shifted , and that there was much tacking , for all night there was running about on deck , and thumping of blocks . At least a dozen times he heard Jarrow bawling to `` Go about , '' and Peth 's voice from the bows yelling `` Hard alee , '' and the jibs being handled to the accompaniment of shivering sails and the lurch of the schooner as she stood on a new board . All aft slept late , and were not about for breakfast until well past eight o'clock , when they found Doc Bird grinning like an ebony monkey . `` What the devil was all the stock-yards noise about last night ? '' demanded Locke , as he came out of his room and went to the door to look forward , searching the horizon ahead . `` Shorely broke my bones , sir , '' said Doc .