ten o'clock
We were now well towards the end of the journey , and I itched to set foot in America . The new safety in the presence of the warships had given us light hearts ; and that fifth day we passed in great games of deck-quoits and cricket , with a soft ball which the bo ` sun made for us out of tow and linen . The men worked cheerfully enough , giving the lie direct to Dan ; and when Mary played to us after dinner at night I began to think that , all said and done , we should touch shore with no further happening ; and that then I could make all use of the man Paolo and his knavery . So I went to bed at ten o'clock , and for an hour or two I slept with the deep forgetfulness which is the reward of a weary man . At what hour Dan awoke me I can not tell you . He shook me twice in the effort , he said , and when I would have turned up the electric light , he seized my hand roughly , muttering in a great whisper , `` Hold steady . '' I knew then that mischief was afloat , and asked him what to do .