3 p.m.
Not that the weapons now lying loose about the State-House were brought for use there . Everybody always went armed in Boisé , as the gravestones impliedly testified . Still , the thought of the bad quarter of an hour which it might come to at noon did cross Ballard 's mind , raising the image of a column in the morrow 's paper : `` An unfortunate occurrence has ended relations between esteemed gentlemen hitherto the warmest personal friends ... . They will be laid to rest at 3 p.m. ... As a last token of respect for our lamented Governor , the troops from Boisé Barracks ... '' The Governor trusted that if his friends at the post were to do him any service it would not be a funeral one . The new pitcher of toddy came from the Overland , the jack-pots continued , were nearing a finish , and Ballard began to wonder if anything had befallen a part of his note to the bar-tender , an enclosure addressed to another person . `` Ha , suh ! '' said Wingo to Hewley .