eleven o'clock
`` Are you referring to my friends ? '' said Stover . `` I am , '' said the Tennessee Shad , `` and all I ask while this feast of bacchanalian orgies is going on , is that _ I _ be allowed to sleep . '' At eleven o'clock Stover , holding his shoes in his hand , went down the stairs to meet Slops in Fatty Harris ' room and thence into the outlawed night . They stole over the crinkling snow , burying their noses in their sweaters , until , having climbed several fences , they arrived behind a shed of particularly cavernous appearance . `` Make the signal , '' said Slops , sheltering himself behind Stover . Blinky appeared like a monster of the night .