three o'clock
The flat boat is softly raisin ' an ' fallin ' on the sobbin ' tide . It 's then them jocular impulses seizes me , that a-way ; an ' I stoops an ' casts off her one line , an ' that flat boat swims silently away on the bosom of the river . The sports inside knows nothin ' an ' guesses less , an ' their gayety swells on without a hitch . '' ` It 's three o'clock an ' Jedge Finn , who 's won about a hundred an ' sixty dollars , realizes it 's all the money in the outfit , an ' gets cold feet plenty prompt . He murmurs somethin' about tellin ' the old lady Finn he 'd be in early , an ' shoves back amidst the scoffs an ' jeers of the losers . But the good old Jedge do n't mind , an ' openin ' the door , he goes out into the night an ' the dark , an ' carefully picks his way overboard into forty foot of water . The yell the Jedge emits as he makes his little hole in the Cumberland is the first news them kyard sharps gets that they 're afloat a whole lot . ''