six o'clock
you forget there are a dozen lashes owing you yet . '' Now the boy had not forgotten , but he hoped the governor had . `` Well , you shall have the rest to-morrow . '' With these words ringing in his ears , little Gillies was locked up for the night at six o'clock . His companions darkness and unrest-for a prisoner 's bed is the most comfortable thing he has , and the change from it to a stone floor is as great to him as it would be to us -- darkness and unrest , and the cat waiting to spring on him at peep of day . Quae cum ita erant , as the warder put the key into his cell the next morning he heard a strange gurgling ; he opened the door quickly , and there was little Gillies hanging ; a chair was near him on which he had got to suspend himself by his handkerchief from the window ; he was black in the face , but struggling violently , and had one hand above his head convulsively clutching the handkerchief . Fry lifted him up by the knees and with some difficulty loosed the handkerchief .