About nine o'clock
I said nothing . Independence of the shore in a seven-tonner in October ! What an end to aim at ! About nine o'clock we weathered the point , entered Kiel Fiord , and began a dead beat to windward of seven miles to the head of it where Kiel lies . Hitherto , save for the latent qualms concerning my total helplessness if anything happened to Davies , interest and excitement had upheld me well . My alarms only began when I thought them nearly over . Davies had frequently urged me to turn in and sleep , and I went so far as to go below and coil myself up on the lee sofa with my pencil and diary .