five o'clock
He was right . I obeyed . He drew his watch and looked , and I asked the time . It was five o'clock . He stretched out his hand to Arnold Bentham , who met and shook it weakly ; and both gazed at me , in their eyes extending that same hand-clasp . It was farewell , I knew ; for what chance had creatures so feeble as we to win alive over those surf-battered rocks to the higher rocks beyond ? Twenty feet from shore the boat was snatched out of my control .