eleven o’clock in the morning
I often heard them repeat the word `` assai , '' and from their gestures I understood they were inviting me to go ashore , an invitation I felt obliged to decline . So the skiff did n't leave shipside that day , much to the displeasure of Mr. Land who could n't complete his provisions . The adroit Canadian spent his time preparing the meat and flour products he had brought from Gueboroa Island . As for the savages , they went back to shore near eleven o'clock in the morning , when the heads of coral began to disappear under the waves of the rising tide . But I saw their numbers swell considerably on the beach . It was likely that they had come from neighboring islands or from the mainland of Papua proper . However , I did n't see one local dugout canoe .