about nine o'clock
The fog still held in the morning , although at times it took on a yellowish tinge and made them hopeful that it would burn off . Steve said it was not quite so thick , but no one else was able to see much difference in it . Han managed to subsist on one egg , in spite of gloomy predictions , but after breakfast he and Perry decided to paddle ashore and find a place where they could purchase more . They tried to add to the party , but no one else wanted to go , and so they disappeared into the mist about nine o'clock , agreeing to be back at ten-thirty , at which time , unless the fog should have lifted , those aboard the boat were to sound the whistle . They landed on a narrow beach after a short row , and , stumbling through a fringe of coarse sand , discovered a lane leading inland . They stopped and strove to remember the location of the boat , and then followed the lane . The fog was amber-hued now and the morning was fast losing its chill .