about three o'clock
`` Well , we 'll have to take what comes . '' The airship plunged on her way , while her young pilot looked at the various gages , noting that to hold her way against the wind that had risen he would have to increase the speed of the motor . `` I do n't like it , '' murmured Tom , `` I do n't like it , '' and he shook his head dubiously . With a suddenness that was almost terrifying , the storm broke over the ocean about three o'clock that morning . There was a terrific clap of thunder , a flash of lighting , and a deluge of rain that fairly made the staunch Falcon stagger , high in the air as she was . `` Come on , Ned ! '' cried Tom , as he pressed the electric alarm bell connected with his chum 's berth .