about ten o'clock
` The air not feel right , ' he say to me . I t ` ink the same , but I say to him : ` Your head not feel right -- him too sof ' . ' He shake his head and go down to the field for his horse and ox , and hitch them up together , and go to work making a road . `` It is about ten o'clock when the dam thing come . Piff ! go a hot splash of air in my face , and then I know that it is all up with Gal Bargon . A month after it is no matter , for the grain is ripe then , but now , when it is green , it is sure death to it all .