four o’clock
The sea , still high , raged without being able to calm itself , although the wind was blowing less strong . It fell completely , but the waves kept up their furious motion . In spite of everything , the two boats went out in the afternoon . Toward four o'clock , the `` Zéphir '' came in again , having caught nothing . While the sailors , Tupain and Brisemotte , anchored in the little harbor , La Queue , exasperated , on the shore , shook his fist at the ocean . And M. Mouchel was waiting ! Margot was there , with the half of Coqueville , watching the last surg-ings of the tempest , sharing her father 's rancor against the sea and the sky .