six o'clock
In less than an hour the wind subsided entirely , and the wind whirled to the south , then to the west , and finally settled in the north-west . We made our course to the southward . The clouds rolled away , and the sun rose bright and beautiful after one of the hardest nights I had ever known . The wind began to freshen from the north-west , and at six o'clock we had all sail on her . We all wondered what had become of the Islander . Captain Blastblow was evidently well acquainted with the navigation of the Florida Reefs , or he would not have taken his vessel through the dangerous channel he had chosen . But I was too tired to talk much , and I slept an hour in Washburn 's berth until breakfast-time .