noon
The _ Good Intent _ took another lurch forward , and a clammy sweat broke out on both sides of his forehead . `` If I have enemies so wicked , '' sighed he , `` may God forgive them ! '' And , uttering this Christian wish , he fell forward with his forehead against the boards . A little past noon the sentry brought him a fresh loaf , with a plate of fat bacon and another pannikin . The sea being choppy , by this time the vessel echoed from end to end with groans and lamentations . `` Is it a massacre ? '' Tristram asked , sitting up and regarding the man with wild eyes .