about eleven o'clock
`` There was a dispute about Cafferty 's houldin ' , and my grandfather was for turnin ' him out , for he was a bad tenant ; but Mr. Shinane was afeerd of him , and said , ` Leave him quiet , Mat , ' says he ; ` he 's a troublesome chap , and we 'll get rid of him in our own good time ; but do n't drive him to extremities : I told him to come up to the cottage , this morning : come with me there , and we 'll talk to him . ' Now , the cottage was a little place about two miles off , in the woods , where the master used to dine sometimes in summer , when they were chipping bark ; but nobody lived there . `` It was remarked by many that morning , as they went along , that my grandfather and Mr. Shinane were in high words all the time , -- at least , so the people working in the fields thought , and even the childer that was picking bark said that they were talking as if they were very angry with each other . `` This was about eleven o'clock , and at the same time Cafferty , who was selling a pig in Ennistymore , said to the butcher , ` Be quick , and tell me what you 'll give , for I must go home and clean myself , as I 'm to speak to the master today about my lease . ' Well , at a little before twelve Cafferty came through the wood , and asked the people had they seen Mr. Shinane pass by , for that he towld him to meet him at the cottage ; and the workmen said yes , and more by token that he was quarrellin ' with Mat Cullinane . ` I 'm sorry for that , ' says Cafferty , ` for I wanted him to be in a good humor , and long life to him ! ` The words was n't well out , but what would they see but my grandfather running towards them , at the top of his speed , screeching out like mad , ` The master 's murdered !