six
o'clock
They ate in common , without table things , no man using more than his hands . The man next me was equipping himself to go on sentry duty . He was in no hurry . He filled his pipe , drew from his pocket a tinder-lighter as long as a tapeworm , and said to me , `` You 're not going on again till six o'clock . Ah , you 're very lucky ! '' Diligently he mingled his heavy tobacco-clouds with the vapors from all those bodies which lay around us and rattled in their throats . Kneeling at my feet to arrange his things , he gave me some advice , `` No need to get a hump , mind .