one o'clock
I made 'em rig me up a sort of holy of holies , and a deuce of a time I had too , making them understand what it was I wanted them to do . That indeed was the great difficulty -- making them understand my wishes . I could n't let myself down by talking their lingo badly , even if I 'd been able to speak at all , and I could n't go flapping a lot of gestures at them . So I drew pictures in sand and sat down beside them and hooted like one o'clock . Sometimes they did the things I wanted all right , and sometimes they did them all wrong . They was always very willing , certainly . All the while I was puzzling how I was to get the confounded business settled .