ten o'clock
The only firm thing among the quaking sands , the only stone for miles around . `` The Bay of Cancale ! '' reflected Christian . `` If I keep to the westward I shall reach St. Mâlo before ten o'clock ! '' And he set off with renewed vigour . From his feet there stretched away to the north a great dead level of quicksand , seething , bubbling , and heaving in the darkness . The sea , and yet no sea .