About eight o'clock
So the pilot took his precautions . He took in his sails and set merely the storm-jib , and waited . The pilot begged his passengers to go below , but in such a narrow and confined space the imprisonment was far from agreeable , so none of them would quit the deck . About eight o'clock the hurricane , with torrents of rain , burst upon them . With nothing but the small jib , the _ Tankadere _ was almost lifted out of the water by the tempest . She darted through the sea like a locomotive at full-speed . All that day the vessel was hurried towards the north , borne on the top of the monstrous waves .