five o'clock
`` This is right , my son , '' he said . `` And how do you find yourself ? '' `` All right , '' said Silvio quickly ; and , looking eagerly at the good man , he added softly , `` When may Rico go ? '' Seating himself by the bedside , the good man said , a little pompously , `` To-morrow , at five o'clock , Rico will start , my son . '' Mrs. Menotti entered as he was speaking , and it was with some difficulty that the priest could quiet her enough to get a chance to tell his story in a consecutive way , and to make himself understood ; and all the time he was speaking , Silvio 's eyes were fixed upon his face like a little sparrow-hawk . He had come directly from Bergamo , where he had passed two days . He had made all the necessary arrangements with a horse-trader , -- a friend of his who had been travelling , for thirty years or more , every autumn , and knew the way over the mountains that Rico must take .