six o'clock
Proper little gem , ai n't yu ! '' And suddenly looking up at me , he added with a sort of bashful glee : `` My old people 'll go fair mad when they see me -- go fair mad they will . '' He seemed to dwell on the thought , and I saw the wife give him a long soft smiling look . He added suddenly : `` I 'll ` ave to travel back , though , Saturday -- catch the six o'clock from Victoria , Sunday -- to cross over there . '' Very soon after that we arrived at where he changed , and putting on his goatskin , his cap , and overcoat , he got out behind his wife , carrying with the utmost care those queer companions , his baby and his rifle . Where is he now ? Alive , dead ?