six in the morning
Rivers stood up . `` May God help and pity you , '' he said , and so left him . He slept none , and rising early , prayed fervently for this wrecked soul . As he walked at six in the morning to the prison hut , he thought over the man who long ago had so defeated him . He had seemed to him more feeble in mind and less cunning in his statements than had been the case in former days . He concluded that he was in the state of a man used to drinking whisky and for a time deprived of it . When he met him moving under guard from the prison , he felt sure that his conclusion had been correct .