eight o’clock
Some sat in a corner , whispering their wishes that Archer would unbar the doors , and give up . Others , stretching their arms , and gaping as they sauntered up and down the room , wished for air , or food , or water . Fisher and his nine , who had such firm dependence upon the gipsy , now gave themselves up to utter despair . It was eight o'clock , growing darker and darker every minute , and no candles , no light could they have . The prospect of another long dark night made them still more discontented . Townsend , at the head of the yawners , and Fisher , at the head of the hungry malcontents , gathered round Archer and the few yet unconquered spirits , demanding `` How long he meant to keep them in this dark dungeon ? and whether he expected that they should starve themselves for his sake ? ''