five o'clock
says I. ` No , ' says he , still keen for that money ; ` no , ' says he , ` unless it is you 're going to be hanged by way of diversion , ' he says . ` I 'm going to hire a bugler , ' says I. ` What fer -- in the name of all the saints ? ' says he . ` Well , ' says I , ` I 'm going to ask him to blow his damn horn under my window every morning at five o'clock , ' I says , ` and then I 'm going to get up and poke my head out of the window and say : `` Mister , you can get me up in the army , but on this occasion would you be obliging enough to go to hell '' ! ' And Mart , seeing that the money was gone from his dream , he turns over and wallops me with the blanket till I was merely a palpitating mass . That was a great battle , though , boys -- a great battle . '' And then they shouldered arms and showed how fields were won .