five o'clock
But she was moving slowly , four knots at the most , and we were well out of the track of ships ! Oh , it was all right -- all right ; and aft there the Mate leaned over the poop rail with his arms squared and his head nodding -- now and then ! As the light grew , it seemed to bring intenser cold . Jackets were not enough ; we donned coats and oilskins and stamped and stamped on the foredeck , yawning and muttering and wishing it was five o'clock and the ` doctor ' ready with the blessed coffee : the coffee that would make men of us ; vile ` hogwash ' that a convict would turn his face at , but what seemed nectar to us at daybreak , down there in fifty-five ! By one bell the mist had grown denser , and the Mate sung out sudden and angrily for the foghorn to be sounded . `` Three blasts , d'ye ` ear , '' said the bo ` sun , passing the horn up to Dago , the look-out . '' _ Uno !