eleven o'clock
I reckon your friends 'll be coming to see you by to-day 's coach . If we go out into the road , to the ` Bold Sawyer ' yonder , where they change horses and wait , I reckon you 'll be able to save them some of their journey . Hey , Sally , '' he cried to the waitress , `` what time does the Plymouth mail pass by ? '' `` At eleven o'clock , '' said Sally . `` At six bells , Jim , '' said Marah , `` you 'll see your folk again . On that I 'll wager my best new silver buttons . '' The clock struck ten .