about two o'clock
`` Well , boys , '' said the father , `` a good day 's sport ? '' `` Capital , father ! are you long home ! '' `` Since about two o'clock . '' `` How did you come ? '' `` Why , boys , ye must know that either Dr. Turbot or I was fired at to-day . A bullet -- a pistol bullet -- whistled right between us in the parsonage garden , and the poor frightened doctor refused to come by the usual way , and , in consequence , I was obliged to take the lower road . ''