Mark Twain,
Roughing It — Chapter LXXIX
(1872)
“ When we had stood there in the middle of the road five minutes, like a couple of idiots, with our hands aloft, freezing to death by inches, Mike's interest in the joke began to wane. He said:"The time's up, now, aint it?""No, you keep still. Do you want to take any chances with these bloody savages?"Presently Mike said:"Now the time's up, anyway. I'm freezing.""Well freeze. Better freeze than carry your brains home in a basket. Maybe the time is up, but how do we know?—got no watch to tell by. I mean to give them good measure. I calculate to stand here fifteen minutes or die. ”
