the hour of two
But I will tell ye what ye may hear when we get down the hill by the joiner 's shop -- and that 's the clink o ' the saddle irons , and the waff o ' their horses ' lugs as they shake their necks -- them no liking their heads tied up in bags . ' '' ` Get on , ' he said , ` I wish your head were tied up in a bag ! ' And he tugged at my tail-coat like to rive it off me , your honour . ` Set me on the shore there at Portowarren before the hour of two , or maybe ye will get something for your guerdon ye will like but ill . ' `` This was but indifferent talk to a man whose bread you have been eating -LRB- it is mostly porridge and saps , but no matter -RRB- for weeks and weeks ! `` We climbed down by the steep road over the rocks -- the same that Will of the Cloak Moss and Muckle Sandy o ' Auchenhay once held for two hours again the gaugers , till the loaded boats got off clear again into deep water . And when we had tramped down through the round stones that were so hard on the feet after the heather , we came to the edge of the sea water .