five o'clock
Uptown some devoted soul was ringing a bell ; and turning it away over and over , to judge by the sounds . I pulled up my mules and watched the vessel swing down through the ranks of the shipping and come to anchor . We had beaten out our comrades by a day ! At five o'clock a small boy boarded me . `` You 're to drive the mules up to McGlynn 's and unhitch them and leave them , '' said he . `` I 'm to show you the way . '' `` Where 's McGlynn ? ''