eight o'clock
Dwindle Daniels spent an hour on the way home in hatching himself out of a shell of mud . `` Neveh min ' , ol' Mud Turtle , '' the Wildcat comforted . `` Us cleans up big money when us sells dese fish tonight . '' At eight o'clock , under a sputtering arc light on Front Street , the Wildcat and Dwindle Daniels were established in the business of selling fried fish and waiting for the rush of trade that would come when the parade passed them . `` Stan ' close to de oil stove , ol' Mud Turtle . I cracks de shell off o ' you befo ' de train leaves . Dis sho ' is de slow dryenest mud I ever seed .