eleven o'clock
he said . `` Mornin ' or afternoon service ? '' The hunchback squinted at the sun . `` It 's eleven o'clock now , '' he answered . `` In an hour we 'll lock horns with Hawk Rufe an ' hell an ' high water , an ' the devil keeps what he gits . '' Jud took off the saddles and fed the horses shelled corn in the grass before the door , and after the frugal dinner we waited for an hour . The hunchback was a good general .