eleven o'clock
The captain had laid a course close under the Lizard lights . He intended to alter it , but not yet . The mist might lift . There was plenty of time , for by dead reckoning they could scarcely hope to sight the twin lights before eleven o'clock . The captain turned and said a single word to his second officer , and a moment later the great fog-horn above them in the darkness coughed out its deafening note of warning . A dead silence followed . Captain Dixon nodded his head with a curt grunt of satisfaction .