two o'clock
said Andrew Waples aloud , `` the bars are closed . Even Morrissey has gone to bed , and the club-house is in darkness , but perhaps I can climb over the gate of some spring company , or find a fountain uninclosed . Yes , there is the High Rock Spring ! '' He drew on his clothes partly , slipped his feet in slippers , and wrote on a piece of paper , which he conspicuously posted on the gas bracket : `` Andrew Waples , Gentleman -LRB- befo ' de waw -RRB- , departed from the United States Hotel , at two o'clock A. M. , precisely . If any accident happens to him , seek at the High Rock Spring , or thereabouts . '' It was a sad , green , ghostly moonlight streaming through the elms as Andrew Waples walked up Broadway . The moon appeared to be dredging for oysters amongst the clouds , circling around there by bars , islets , and shoals .