twelve o'clock
`` Wait till you 've got him . '' `` Are you sure they 'll go a thousand for him ? '' `` Probably two . Sheer off now , and do n't forget , twelve o'clock . '' The footsteps move away through the wet heather , and the tramp , waiting motionless till the last sound has faded away , draws a long breath and curls himself back into his roost . But not to sleep -- to meditate a campaign . `` Julius , '' says he to the dog , who appears to be fully alive to the brewing storm , `` you and I will have to stop this business .