four o’clock
` All right , ' said Fleete . I 'll go when I get the chops -- underdone ones , mind . ' He seemed to be quite in earnest . It was four o'clock , and we had had breakfast at one ; still , for a long time , he demanded those underdone chops . Then he changed into riding clothes and went out into the verandah . His pony -- the mare had not been caught -- would not let him come near . All three horses were unmanageable -- mad with fear -- and finally Fleete said that he would stay at home and get something to eat .