about six o'clock
I think I see him now , as he came with his long face to tell me of the scrape he had got into . `` I would stay at home , '' said the unfortunate youth , with tears in his eyes , `` but that I am afraid of offending Captain Bulldog , who will , perhaps , challenge me himself , if I do n't fight Chanticleer ; and of the two enemies , '' added Tom , forcing a faint smile , `` you know which I should prefer . '' Afterwards , Tom told me where the meeting was to be ; and as I thought my young neighbour might want a friend , I determined to be near at hand . It was about six o'clock on a cold , grey , autumn morning , that I concealed myself in a thicket by the side of Goose Common , and waited the arrival of the combatants . Captain Bulldog , with young Leverett by his side , were first on the field , and I could see that poor Tom shook in every limb . They did not wait long . A post-chaise soon came clattering along the road , and out of it jumped Sir Wiley Reynard , Doctor Crane , and Mr. Chanticleer .