twelve o'clock
I told him there was no need -- they were salted only last Sunday -- but go he would , and go he did . It got to be so late before he came back that I got real uneasy about him . It 's a good bit to the north pasture , but I knew it ought not to keep him out so very late . Why , it was after twelve o'clock when he came in at last , with his clothes torn , and his hand done up in his handkerchief and just dripping with blood ! Jessie and Ralph had gone to bed , hours before , and I was thankful that she was n't up to see it , for it fairly scared me , and I 'm not a mite nervous , generally . I expect I was the more scared because of Jake 's way of taking it . He 's as steady as iron , most times , but last night he was all kind of trembly and excited .