eight o'clock
`` Well , mebbe he 's gone , after all , '' said Field . `` He looked kind of funny ` round the eyes when he started , '' Bone informed them . `` I hope he 'll git his stuff , '' and they wandered down the street again . At eight o'clock the bar-keep returned once more to Miss Doc 's . No Jim was there . The sick little foundling was feebly calling in his baby way for `` Bruvver Jim . '' The fever had him in its furnace .