twelve o’clock
hurra ! Musha , but it 's dry I am gettin ' with the thoughts of the punch and the poteen negus . '' `` If you go on at this rate , we 're not likely to be soon at our journey 's end . So be alive now ; pack up my kit ; I shall start by twelve o'clock . '' With one spring Mike cleared the stairs , and overthrowing everything and everybody in his way , hurried towards the stable , chanting at the top of his voice the very poetical strain he had indulged me with a few minutes before . My preparations were rapidly made ; a few hurried lines of leave-taking to the good fellows I had lived so much with and felt so strongly attached to , with a firm assurance that I should join them again ere long , was all that my time permitted . To Power I wrote more at length , detailing the circumstances which my own letters informed me of , and also those which invited me to return home .