six in the morning
Bless the fatherless ! '' The poor prostrate ladies in the further cabin added their moanings to that dreadful wail , and you may guess that no very cheerful company were gathered in that dim saloon . Of course they would have been swamped had not the skylights been covered in , and the low light was oppressive . At six in the morning the skipper came with a grin and beckoned Mr. Blair into the crew 's cabin . `` I pretended to laugh , sir , '' said he , `` but it 's not quite laughing now . The fog 's coming over , and we 're just going into cloud after cloud of it . Do n't let either of the ladies peep up again on any account .