seven p.m.
`` Are we going out ? '' The boyish figure at the helm glanced aft to see his stern was clear , and put the wheel over , heading the boat in the direction of their ship . `` Yes , '' he said . `` At least a signal has just come through ordering us to raise steam for working cables at seven p.m. '' Lettigne , perched beside Mordaunt on the other side of the cabin-top , leaned across . The crowded excitements of the afternoon had lapsed into oblivion . `` D'you mean the whole Fleet , or only just us ? '' he asked .