two o'clock
`` Hold on , '' cried Bob . They were almost at the end of the fence by this , and the pickets were sharp and rather high , or he would have climbed them . Cynthia paused hesitatingly . `` I 'll come at two o'clock to-morrow , '' said he ; `` We 're going on a picnic to-day , to Dalton 's Bend , on the river . I wish I could get out of it . '' Just then there came a voice from the gateway . `` Bob !