eight o’clock
`` Ah , I thought so . All you English are sportsmen , though you do n't know how to kill buck . Well now , you take _ Oom _ Croft 's light Scotch cart and two good horses , and come over to my place -- not to-morrow , for my wife 's cousin is coming to see us , and an old cat she is , but rich ; she has a thousand pounds in gold in the waggon-box under her bed -- nor the next day , for it is the Lord 's day , and one ca n't shoot creatures on the Lord 's day -- but Monday , yes , Monday . You will be there by eight o'clock , and you shall see how to kill vilderbeeste . Almighty ! now what can that jackal Frank Muller have meant ? Ah !