about eleven o'clock
When a man 's brought home dead drunk , child , it ai n't every woman that 'll thank God he 's alive . `` Well , they had some trouble rousin ' Sam , but at last they got him to the house and took off his coat and shoes and laid him on the bed , and when Abram started to go Milly says , ` But where 's Sam 's mare ? ' And Abram says , ` When Sam comes to himself to-morrow , you send him over to my house and I 'll put him on the track of his mare . ' So the next mornin ' about eleven o'clock here was Sam lookin ' about as reckless and miserable as a man ever gits to look , and says he , ` I 've come for my mare , Uncle Abram ; I see the stable door 's open , so you need n't bother yourself ; I 'll go down there and saddle her and ride her home . I 'm much obliged to you , ' says he , ` for takin ' care of her . ' `` And Abram says , ` Sam , you may not know it , but that mare belongs to me . ' And Sam laughed and says he , ` I reckon I do owe you somethin' for bringin ' me home last night , but you surely wo n't take my horse for that . '