six o'clock
says he . ` I seen him on th ' flure , ' he says . ` He had th ' sinitor iv Missoury be th ' throat whin ye took me away , ' he says . `` I left him there ; but he come into th ' place at six o'clock , an ' borrid a paper an ' pencil . Thin he wint back , an ' sat down an ' wrote . ` What ar-re ye doin ' there ? ' says I. ` I 've wrote a sketch iv th ' nominee f ' r th ' Stock-yards Sun , ' he says .