two o'clock
_ But as soon as we got this off , and before we could begin on the dishpan chorus , Honeybunch came at us with a couple of bed-slats and cleaned us all out . Before he had married , Doodums had been one of half a dozen half-baked sports who drank cheap whisky and played expensive poker at the Dutchman 's ; and after he 'd held Honeybunch in his lap evenings for a month , he reckoned one night that he 'd drop down street and look in on the boys . Honeybunch reckoned not , and he did n't press the matter , but after they 'd gone to bed and she 'd dropped off to sleep , he slipped into his clothes and down the waterspout to the ground . He sat up till two o'clock at the Dutchman 's , and naturally , the next morning he had a breath like a gasoline runabout , and looked as if he 'd been attending a successful coon-hunt in the capacity of the coon . Honeybunch smelt his breath and then she smelt a mouse , but she was n't much of a talker and she did n't ask any questions -- of him . But she had brother Jim make some inquiries , and a few days later , when Doodums complained of feeling all petered out and wanted to go to bed early , she was ready for him . Honeybunch was n't any invalid , and when she went to bed it was to sleep , so she rigged up a simple little device in the way of an alarm and dropped off peacefully , while Doodums pretended to .