about noon
The first public-house I found open I went in , and had six-penny-worth of hot rum . My word ! There 's nothing like hot rum for putting new life into one . After I had drunk it I reckoned I should get here about noon ; but I had not taken the somniferous effects of that sixpenny-worth of rum into the calculation . Before I had covered half a dozen miles , I found myself so sleepy that I could not keep my eyes open . I dropped off once or twice as I walked , so at last I made for a convenient haystack , rolled myself up in the loose litter at the base , and let myself go . `` That 's how it happened I was so late in my arrival , '' he remarked ; `` and now , Motor Pirate or no Motor Pirate , I am going to finish that snooze . ''