ten o'clock
W-o-l , if its teu sign a warrant , hang a nigger , tar and feather an abolitionist , ride the British Consul out a town , or send a dozen vagrants to the whipping-post -- I 'm thar . Anything my hand 's in at ! '' incoherently mumbles this judicial dignitary . Mr. Snivel having reminded the Judge that ten o'clock to-morrow morning is the time appointed for meeting Splitwood , the `` nigger broker , '' who furnishes capital with which they start a new paper for the new party , drops away into a refreshing sleep , his head on the marble . `` Grant me , as a favor , an order for the release of poor Tom Swiggs . You can not deny me this , Judge , '' says Anna , with an arch smile , and pausing for a reply . `` Wol , as to that , '' responds this high functionary , `` if I 'd power , ` twould n't be long afore I 'd dew it , though his mother 'd turn the town upside down ; but I hai n't no power in the premises .