five o'clock
I returned to the saloon . The Nautilus still floated ; some streaks of light were filtering through the liquid beds . With the undulations of the waves the windows were brightened by the red streaks of the rising sun , and this dreadful day of the 2nd of June had dawned . At five o'clock , the log showed that the speed of the Nautilus was slackening , and I knew that it was allowing them to draw nearer . Besides , the reports were heard more distinctly , and the projectiles , labouring through the ambient water , were extinguished with a strange hissing noise . `` My friends , '' said I , `` the moment is come . One grasp of the hand , and may God protect us ! ''