eight o'clock
Then they waited . John Bunsby had requested his passengers to go below ; but this imprisonment in so narrow a space , with little air , and the boat bouncing in the gale , was far from pleasant . Neither Mr. Fogg , Fix , nor Aouda consented to leave the deck . The storm of rain and wind descended upon them towards eight o'clock . With but its bit of sail , the Tankadere was lifted like a feather by a wind , an idea of whose violence can scarcely be given . To compare her speed to four times that of a locomotive going on full steam would be below the truth . The boat scudded thus northward during the whole day , borne on by monstrous waves , preserving always , fortunately , a speed equal to theirs .