three o'clock in the morning
And then he contrived things , and he knew one head from another , and how to take his opportunities . He knew what 's what , he did . You could see him go and slip in like a pretty poilu among the depot chaps , where the soft jobs were , and stay there ; and then he 'd put himself out no end to be useful to the pals . He 'd get up at three o'clock in the morning to make the juice , go and fetch the water while the others were getting their grub . At last , he 'd wormed himself in everywhere , he came to be one of the family , the rotter , the carrion . He did it so he would n't have to do it . He seemed to me like an individual that would have earned five quid honestly with the same work and bother that he puts into forging a one-pound note .