two o'clock
I rather guess I must a took a little too much at Welch 's grocery , and laid down in the middle of the street to rest . The boys thought 't was funny to crate -LSB- 20 -RSB- me . I woke up kind o ' cold , ` bout one in the mornin . ' ` Bout two o'clock I come up Means 's hill , and did n't I see Pete Jones , and them others that robbed the Dutchman , and somebody , I du n no who , a-crossin ' the blue-grass paster _ towards _ Jones 's ? '' -LRB- Ralph shivered . -RRB- `` Do n't shake your finger at me , old woman . Tongue is all I 've got to fight with now ; but I 'll fight them thieves tell the sea goes dry , I will .