About ten o'clock
Evans kept his job ; and Sheener -- I once caught him in the act , to his vast embarrassment -- did the janitor 's work when Evans was unfit for duty . Also Sheener loaned him money , small sums that mounted into an interesting total ; and furthermore I know that on one occasion Sheener fought for him . The man Evans went his pompous way , accepting Sheener 's homage and protection as a matter of right , and in the course of half a dozen years I left the paper for other work , saw Sheener seldom , and Evans not at all . About ten o'clock one night in early summer I was wandering somewhat aimlessly through the South End to see what I might see when I encountered Sheener . He was running , and his dark face was twisted with anxiety . When he saw me he stopped with an exclamation of relief , and I asked him what the matter was . `` You remember old Bum Evans ? ''