Eight o'clock
She was joined by her uncle , his freckled face beaming with a desire to tease her . `` What time do you all begin your meetin ' to-night ? '' he inquired , introductively . `` Eight o'clock , '' she said , absently , her gaze bent anxiously on the figures of two men leaning over the barn-yard fence in the thickening shadows . `` Who is that father is talking to , Uncle John ? '' she asked , with a frown . `` It 's Gid Sebastian , '' Webb said .