noon
All my swilin ' life , ' says he , ` I been wantin ' t ' cotch a tramp Britisher in a mess like this ; an ' now that I is cotched one , on my last cruise , I ` low I might as well enjoy myself . I 'm all in a shiver , an ' I 'm goin ' t ' have a glass o ' rum . ' An ' off he went to his cabin ; an ' there , ecod ! he kep ' his ol' bones till long after noon , while the gale made up its mind t ' come down an ' work its will . Some time afore dark , I found un there still , with a bottle beside un . He was keepin ' a little green eye on a Yankee alarm-clock . ` There 's another minute gone , ' says he , ` an ' that 's another dollar .