seven o'clock in the morning
Such of the yawls as were not quite full crept between the cutter and the nets , and caught all they wanted . The projector of this fortunate speculation suddenly announced that she was very sleepy . Flucker rolled her up in a sail , and she slept the sleep of infancy on board her cutter . When she awoke it was seven o'clock in the morning , and her cutter was creeping with a smart breeze about two miles an hour , a mile from Newhaven pier . The yacht had returned to Granton , and the yawls , very low in the water , were creeping along like snails , with both sails set . The news was in Edinburgh long before they landed . They had been discerned under Inch Keith at the dawn .