ten o'clock
`` In five hours from the time of starting , at twenty-five miles an hour -- supposing that the wind holds north -- we should fall south of the Loire , somewhere between Orleans and Bourges . At eleven o'clock , then , I will let out gas ; and go down below the clouds , to see whereabouts we are . If we can not recognize the country , or see any river which may guide us , we shall at least see our direction and rate of movement ; and can either throw out more newspapers , and keep on for awhile , or descend at once . '' It was just ten o'clock , when Ralph gave a sudden cry . `` The sea ! '' he said ; `` the sea ! '' `` Impossible , '' Monsieur Teclier said , hanging over the side ; `` I can see nothing . ''