six in the morning
I heard the noise of the savages , who stamped on the platform , uttering deafening cries . The night passed thus , without disturbing the ordinary repose of the crew . The presence of these cannibals affected them no more than the soldiers of a masked battery care for the ants that crawl over its front . At six in the morning I rose . The hatches had not been opened . The inner air was not renewed , but the reservoirs , filled ready for any emergency , were now resorted to , and discharged several cubic feet of oxygen into the exhausted atmosphere of the Nautilus . I worked in my room till noon , without having seen Captain Nemo , even for an instant .