one o'clock in the afternoon
Pompey was obdurate . `` Ca n't do it , nohow , '' he said . `` It 's ag ` in Mars ' Radbury 's ordahs , sah . '' A wounded man always craves water , and by one o'clock in the afternoon the half-breed 's tongue was fairly lolling out of his mouth . He stood it awhile longer , then summoned Pompey . `` Give me a drink , -- I am dyin ' . '' `` I dun tole you dat it was ag ` in the massah 's ordahs , sah . ''