about one
o'clock
The _ Adventurer _ was doing a good twenty miles an hour , the propeller lashing the water into a long foaming path that melted astern in the moonlight . Ossie busied himself in the galley about midnight and served hot coffee and bread-and-butter sandwiches . Only once was the _ Adventurer _ changed from her course , which Steve had laid for Gloucester , and then the light which had aroused their suspicions was soon seen to belong to a coasting schooner beating her way toward Boston . Of small boats there were none until , at about one o'clock , when the two white lights of Baker 's Island lay west by north and the red flash on Eastern Point showed almost dead ahead , Phil called from the bow . `` Steve , there 's something ahead that looks like a boat or a rock . Can you see it ? '' `` Which side ? ''