Five o'clock
`` Five , then ? '' said Roy , sharply . `` Nay , sir ; you wait for the big fencing-master . '' `` Five o'clock , I said , '' cried Roy . The old soldier took the sword Roy had held , and fetching a piece of leather from a drawer began to polish off the finger-marks left upon the steel . `` I said five o'clock , Ben , '' cried the boy , very decisively . `` Nay , Master Roy , you give it up , sir .