eleven o'clock
On the return I slid off behind , and taking his tail , let him tow me to our own side , where he arrived snorting like a tugboat . One evening , on their return from Brownsville , Flood brought word that the herd would camp that night within fifteen miles of the river . At daybreak Lovell and the foreman , with `` Fox '' Quarternight and myself , started to meet the herd . The nearest ferry was at Brownsville , and it was eleven o'clock when we reached the cattle . Flood had dispensed with an interpreter and had taken Quarternight and me along to do the interpreting . The cattle were well shed and in good flesh for such an early season of the year , and in receiving , our foreman had been careful and had accepted only such as had strength for a long voyage . They were the long-legged , long-horned Southern cattle , pale-colored as a rule , possessed the running powers of a deer , and in an ordinary walk could travel with a horse .