half past four
`` You black , evil-lookin ' , foul-mouthed villains , ' sais I , ` I 'd like no better sport than jist to sit here , all this blessed day with these pistols , and drop you one arter another , _ I _ know . ' But they was pets , was them rooks , and of course like all pets , everlastin ' nuisances to every body else . `` Well , when a man 's in a feeze , there 's no more sleep that hitch ; so I dresses and sits up ; but what was I to do ? It was jist half past four , and as it was a rainin ' like every thing , I know 'd breakfast would n't be ready till eleven o'clock , for nobody would n't get up if they could help it -- they would n't be such fools ; so there was jail for six hours and a half . `` Well , I walked up and down the room , as easy as I could , not to waken folks ; but three steps and a round turn makes you kinder dizzy , so I sits down again to chaw the cud of vexation . ``` Ai n't this a handsum fix ? ' sais I , ` but it sarves you right , what busniss had you here at all ?