ten o'clock
I looked round and laughed . ` Formulate yourself , ' I said , briefly . He rose to it like a man . ` Meet me at Fraunheim ; corner by the Post Office ; ten o'clock to-morrow morning , ' he shouted , as I rode off , ` and ef I do n't convince you there 's money in this job , my name 's not Cyrus W. Hitchcock . ' Something about his keen , unlovely face impressed me with a sense of his underlying honesty . ` Very well , ' I answered , ` I 'll come , if you follow me no further . ' I reflected that Fraunheim was a populous village , and that only beyond it did the mountain road over the Taunus begin to grow lonely .