eleven o'clock
inquired Copeland , a thick-set , well made , dark-skinned negro steward , who had formerly conducted a barber shop in Fleet street , Boston , but was now attached to the schooner Oscar Jones , Kellogg , master . `` Oh ! no , sir , '' said Redman , `` that 's against the rules of the jail-every thing is done by rule here , even to paying for what we do n't get , and starving the prisoners . A man that do n't come in before eleven o'clock gets no ration until the next morning . I know , because I had a fuss with the jailer about it , the first day I was brought in ; but he gin me a loaf out of his own house . The old sheriff never allows any thing done outside the rules , for he 's tighter than a mantrap . ' T a 'n' t what ye suffers in this cell , but it 's what ye do n't get to eat ; and if that poor feller a 'n' t got money , he 'll wish himself alongside the caboose again ` fore he gets out . ''