3 o'clock
`` Never mind him , '' says Corkey faintly . The night goes on . The yellow lights still color the telegraph-room . At 3 o'clock the copy boy enters hurriedly . `` Corkey just died , '' he says , electrifying the comrades . `` He just gave one of his most awful sneezes , and it killed him right off . The doctor says he burst a vein . ''