six in the afternoon
There I bought a good horse and his saddle and bridle and hurried up the north road . When he was near spent I traded him for a well-knit Morgan mare up in the little village of Sandy Creek . Oh , I knew a good horse as well as the next man and a better one than she I never owned -- never . I was back in my saddle at six in the afternoon and stopped for feed and an hour 's rest at nine and rode on through the night . I reached the hamlet of Richville soon after daybreak and put out for a rest of two hours . I could take it easy then . At seven o'clock the mare and I started again , well fed and eager to go on .