about half past five
`` They jest come an go as the fancy takes 'em . They 're off on Cape d'Or to-day , an back here to-morrer . '' As he said this he seated himself near the tent , and the boys looked around with sad and sombre faces . It was now about half past five , and the day had dawned for some time . In the east the fog had lifted , and the sun was shining brightly . `` I told you thar 'd be a change , boys , '' said the captain . As he spoke there came a long succession of sharp , shrill blasts from the fog horn of the Antelope , which started every one , and made them run to the rising ground to find out the cause .