About twelve o'clock
asked Dodger , more and more at sea , both mentally and physically . `` Yes ; we do n't take any deadheads on the _ Columbia _ . '' `` Can you tell me what time it is ? '' `` About twelve o'clock . Do you feel hungry ? '' `` N -- not very , '' returned Dodger , as a ghastly expression came over his face , and he tumbled back into his berth , looking very pale . The steward smiled .