five o'clock
Beyond the rustling of the blades of the screws there was not a sound , except now and then the whistle from some terrestrial locomotive , or the calling of some animal . Strange instinct ! These terrestrial beings felt the aeronef glide over them , and uttered cries of terror as it passed . On the morrow , the 14th of June , at five o'clock , Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans were walking on the deck of the `` Albatross . '' Nothing had changed since the evening ; there was a lookout forward , and the helmsman was in his glass cage . Why was there a look-out ? Was there any chance of collision with another such machine ?