about three o'clock in the morning
And then , how could he get word to his Captain ? If they were so cruel to him now , he could not expect them to be less so in the morning . In this manner , he sat down upon the floor with the poor negro , and , if he could do nothing more , sympathized with his feelings . The poor negro murmured and groaned in a manner that would have enlisted the feelings of a Patagonian ; and in this way he continued until about three o'clock in the morning , when his moaning became so loud and pitiful , that the officer of the guard came to the door with an attendant , and unbolting it , entered with a lantern in his hand . He held the light toward his face , and inquired what he was making such a noise about ? `` Oh ! good massa , good massa , do send for docta ; ma head got a pile o ' cuts on him , '' said he , putting his hand to his head .