twelve o'clock
But we -- we made the boat ; and falling half-dead in it , we thrust it from the beach and heard our comrades ' voices again . _ The same night . Off Ken 's Island . Half-past twelve o'clock . _ We have not returned to the watch-tower rock , nor can we bring ourselves to that while there is any hope left to us of helping those whom Czerny marooned on the dangerous shore . Our gig drifts lazily in a pool of the whitest moonlight . We can still make out the ship 's boats lying about Czerny 's yacht , and the angry crews which man them .