four in the afternoon
A vivid blush dyed her sweet face from neck to brow . `` Yes , '' she answered , so softly that I could scarce hear her , `` there has always been a church there for a hundred years . It was once plundered and burned by pirates , so one of the priests told me when I was a child . '' The breeze held good with us , and at four in the afternoon we ran in under Cape Ritidian and brought to half a cable away from the shore , which presented an aspect of the loveliest verdured hills and valleys imaginable , fringed with a curving snow-white beach , along which were scattered a few native houses , surrounded by plantations of bananas and papaw trees . Presently a boat came off manned by natives dressed in very bright colours . They all spoke Spanish and at once offered to pilot us down to Tarafofo Harbour , which , they said , we could enter at any time , day or night ; we accepted their services , and they came aboard , veered their boat astern , and by nightfall we came to an anchor in a small , but safe and exceedingly beautiful harbour . Here more of the country people came on board , late as it was , and pressed us to sleep on shore , telling us that there were some very comfortable houses in the village , which was situated two miles up the Tarafofo river .