about two o'clock
Then , just before the shoot Mr. Orde had been called west on business . Bobby had been vouchsafed only the melancholy satisfaction of seeing Mr. Kincaid , whom he liked , win out over Mr. Newmark , whom he disliked . The rifle was in good hands ; that was all any one could say about it . But one afternoon , returning home about two o'clock , he was surprised to find Bucephalus and the yellow cart hitched out in front , and Mr. Kincaid sitting on the porch steps . `` No one home but the girl ; so I thought I 'd wait , '' he explained , shaking hands with Bobby very gravely . `` I brought around the new rifle , '' he added further . `` What do you say to driving up over the hill somewhere and trying her ? ''