four o'clock
Frank and Jim came along early in the afternoon . What with packing , changing saddles and shoeing the horses , we were all busy . Old Baldy would not be shod , so we let him off till a more opportune time . By four o'clock we were riding toward the slopes of Buckskin , now only a few miles away , standing up higher and darker . `` What 's that for ? '' inquired Wallace , pointing to a long , rusty , wire-wrapped , double-barreled blunderbuss of a shotgun , stuck in the holster of Jones 's saddle . The Colonel , who had been having a fine time with the impatient and curious hounds , did not vouchsafe any information on that score .