ten minutes past twelve
Twice they stopped , and the odd policeman took another 's place while he rolled a cigarette . The great soldier of fortune turned his head and looked at me as they passed . I blushed , and lit another cigar . The procession passed on , and at ten minutes past twelve everybody had gone back to sleep again . `` In the afternoon the interpreter came around and smiled as he laid his hand on the big red jar we usually kept ice-water in . '' ` The ice-man did n't call to-day , ' says I. ` What 's the matter with everything , Sancho ? ' '' ` Ah , yes , ' says the liver-colored linguist .