ten minutes to six
He was afraid that the manager would track ` im to the wharf , and I was afraid that the guv ` nor would find out that I ` ad been neglecting my dooty , for the fust time in my life . We talked all night pretty near , and then , at ha ' - past five , arf an hour afore the ` ands came on , I made up my mind to fetch a cab and drive 'em to my ` ouse . I wanted Rupert to go somewhere else , but ' e said he ` ad got nowhere else to go , and it was the only thing to get 'em off the wharf . I opened the gates at ten minutes to six , and just as the fust man come on and walked down the wharf we slipped in and drove away . We was all tired and yawning . There 's something about the motion of a cab or an omnibus that always makes me feel sleepy , and arter a time I closed my eyes and went off sound . I remember I was dreaming that I ` ad found a bag o ' money , when the cab pulled up with a jerk in front of my ` ouse and woke me up .