about two o'clock in the morning
It was late in the afternoon when they got back , and they dressed out the remainder of the steer , and a couple of others that had been killed , and then knocked off for the day . Jurgis went downtown to supper , with three friends who had been on the other trucks , and they exchanged reminiscences on the way . Afterward they drifted into a roulette parlor , and Jurgis , who was never lucky at gambling , dropped about fifteen dollars . To console himself he had to drink a good deal , and he went back to Packingtown about two o'clock in the morning , very much the worse for his excursion , and , it must be confessed , entirely deserving the calamity that was in store for him . As he was going to the place where he slept , he met a painted-cheeked woman in a greasy `` kimono , '' and she put her arm about his waist to steady him ; they turned into a dark room they were passing -- but scarcely had they taken two steps before suddenly a door swung open , and a man entered , carrying a lantern . `` Who 's there ? '' he called sharply .