five minutes to seven
` You mean to say you do n't trust me , ' ' e ses , firing up . '' ` I 'd trust you with untold gold , ' I ses , ` but not with a real quid ; you 're too fond of a joke , ` Arry . ' `` We ` ad another long argyment about it , and I had to tell ` im plain at last that when I wanted to smell ` is fist , I 'd say so . '' ` You turn up at the wharf at five minutes to seven , ' I ses , ` and I 'll give you ten bob of it ; arter you 've done your business I 'll give you the other . Come along quiet , and you 'll see me waiting at the gate for you . ' `` He gave way arter a time , and , fust going ` ome for a cup o ' tea , I went on to the wharf to tell the skipper ` ow things stood . '' ` It could n't ` ave ` appened better , ' he ses .