seven o'clock
Drearily and wearily drew on the dark hours of that tempestuous night . Daylight came at last , and only exhibited the scene of wild commotion around ; the leaden sky , the dark grey waves broken into strange shapes , leaping and rolling over each other , and covered with masses of white foam . Off that strange African coast , storms and calms succeed each other with but scant warning . By seven o'clock the wind suddenly dropped , and in another hour the sea went down , and the lately wave-tossed bark lay perfectly becalmed . `` Terence , '' said Murray , `` look over the side of the vessel ; does n't she strike you as being much lower in the water than she was ? '' Terence feared so . The well was sounded , and three feet of water was found in the hold .