ten o'clock
The Abaris was sent in a Westerly direction once more , and those aboard settled down to what they hoped would be the last `` lap '' of the big race . But matters were not destined to be as easy and comfortable as they hoped for . Soon after supper that night the wind sprang up . It increased in violence until , at ten o'clock , there was a howling gale , through which the airship had to fight her way with almost all her available power . `` Some wind ! '' cried Dick , when he went on duty , and , glancing at the gage noted it to be blowing at seventy miles an hour . `` Luckily it is n't altogether dead against us , '' said Mr. Vardon .