two o'clock
The dingey pulled off again , narrowly escaping capsizing more than once , and ten minutes afterwards the _ Catspaw _ was once more wallowing along in the wake of the cruisers . Supper , with bacon and potatoes and lots of bread , perked the crew up mightily , and when the stars began to peep through the scudding clouds and the sea stopped tormenting the poor old _ Catspaw _ they got quite cheerful . That second night was an easy one for all hands . The weather cleared entirely by two o'clock and the sea calmed to almost normal conditions . The _ Catspaw _ strained along at the ends of the cables at about three miles an hour until she got close enough to the shore to feel the tide . After that she went more slowly . At early dawn -- and it was a real dawn this time , with sunlight on the water and a golden glow in the eastern sky -- the Isles of Shoals lay six miles to the southwest and the blue shore line was beckoning them .