nine o'clock
Their landlord , the butcher , said , `` Gurr , '' as they passed , and shouted , `` Go it ! '' in a loud , savage tone to their receding backs . Much they cared ! The weather was fine , and though they were on their way southward before nine o'clock , there was already a great multitude of holiday people abroad upon the roads . There were quantities of young men and women on bicycles and motor-bicycles , and a majority of gyroscopic motor-cars running bicycle-fashion on two wheels , mingled with old-fashioned four-wheeled traffic . Bank Holiday times always bring out old stored-away vehicles and odd people ; one saw tricars and electric broughams and dilapidated old racing motors with huge pneumatic tyres . Once our holiday-makers saw a horse and cart , and once a youth riding a black horse amidst the badinage of the passersby .