about midnight
It 's a natural mistake , '' said the Baron stroking his mustache a little nervously . `` You see two weeks in a balloon over a vast desert of sand , with nothing to do but whistle for a breeze , is equal to four weeks anywhere else . That is , it seems so . Anyhow , two weeks or four , whichever it was , the breeze came finally , and along about midnight left us stranded again directly over an Arab encampment near Wady Halfa . It was a more perilous position really , than the first , because the moment the Arabs caught sight of us they began to make frantic efforts to get us down . At first we simply laughed them to scorn and made faces at them , because as far as we could see , we were safely out of reach . This enraged them and they apparently made up their minds to kill us if they could .