ten o'clock
`` What on earth can he be doing here ? '' Unconsciously all of the picnickers hastened their steps . Then they came upon a truly ludicrous sight . Fred lay where he had been lying ever since ten o'clock that morning . He was coatless , stretched out face downward , with Towser still camped across his shoulder , and the dog 's teeth still fastened in his shirt . `` Come and call this measly dog off ! '' ordered Fred , in a surly tone .