about seven o'clock
Was it they forced the gate ? ' Perley scratched his head with his free hand . ` Well , it 's an uncommon queer thing , Miss -- but I ca n't tell yer who opened them gates ! I come along here about seven o'clock this mornin ' , and the fog was so thick yo could n't see nothin ' beyond a yard or two . But when I got up to the gates , there they were open , just as you see 'em now . At first I thought there was summat wrong -- that my eyes was n't what they used to was . But they was all right . '