six
o'clock
From the upper floor there came a shuffling , sliding sound with a sharp tapping of a stick . `` There he go back and forrards , doing what he call his sentry go . ` Arf the night through he 's at that game , the silly old juggins . At six o'clock this very mornin there he was beatin ' with a stick at my door . ` Turn out , guard ! ' he cried , and a lot more jargon that I could make nothing of . Then what with his coughin ' and ` awkin ' and spittin ' , there ai n't no gettin ' a wink o ' sleep .