one o'clock
Guanaco Hill was directly astern of the ship ; they had absolutely no trouble in maintaining a straight line for their destination , all that was necessary being to keep the mast-head light in the exact center of the green and red points . Suarez , somewhat weak from his knock on the head over night , was not equal to the strain of continued exertion , so Elsie and Gray took two oars each , and allowed their companion to rest . When , judging by the surrounding hills , they were half way across the inlet , Gray stooped low in the boat , struck a match , and looked at his watch . It was long after one o'clock ! There could be no doubt whatever that the dawn would find them far from the ship , no matter how fortunate they might be in their further adventures . It was well for Elsie that she had learnt how to scull when in her teens , and that her muscles were in fair condition owing to her skill at tennis . Even so , she feared that she could never hold out against the sustained stress of that pull across the bay .