about nine o’clock
We 've got them ! '' It was our good fortune to leave the _ Streak _ when we did , for a little later one of the spy fishermen appeared . Charley and I took up our accustomed places , on the stringer-piece , a little ahead of the _ Streak _ and over our own boat , where we could comfortably watch the _ Lancashire Queen _ . Nothing occurred till about nine o'clock , when we saw the two Italians leave the ship and pull along their side of the triangle toward the shore . Charley looked as unconcerned as could be , but before they had covered a quarter of the distance , he whispered to me : `` Forty-five miles an hour ... nothing can save them ... they are ours ! '' Slowly the two men rowed along till they were nearly in line with the windmill . This was the point where we always jumped into our salmon boat and got up the sail , and the two men , evidently expecting it , seemed surprised when we gave no sign .