one o'clock
An ' w ` en hims topple into de sea hims give sitch a most awful wriggle dat his bonds bu ` sted . But hims berry sly , was Massa Zeppa -- amazin ' sly . I t ` ought him lie on 's back zif him be dead . Jest move a leetle to look like drownin ' , an ' w ` en he long way astern , he slew round , off wid de hanky fro hims eyes an ' larf to hisseff like one o'clock . Den he swum 'd to a island an ' git ashore , and climb up de rocks , an ' sit down -- an ' -- an ' -- dat 's all . '' `` What ! be that all ? ''