four o'clock
Tunis Latham went down the track toward the port as the dull dawn glimmered behind him in a frame of mind so dismal and despairing that more than Sheila Macklin would have pitied the captain of the _ Seamew _ . Against the tide of emotions which now surged in his heart he scarcely had the energy to battle . Never had he felt less like approaching his usual tasks as commander and owner of the schooner and facing the trials he knew would meet him upon this coming trip to Boston . Freight was waiting upon Luiz Wharf , and he would be able to pick up the remainder of his cargo at Hollis , which , with the wind as it was now , he could reach that afternoon by four o'clock . Given good luck , he would warp into the T-wharf next day before nightfall . The uncertain point which troubled him most was the matter of the crew of the _ Seamew _ . The Portygees remaining with him -- even Johnny Lark , the cook -- had been in a most unhappy temper all the way back from Boston on the last trip .