about eleven o'clock
` I was lying on the bed , looking up at the rafters , and I saw the men come in and take the big white board and make it into a coffin for me . I am going home , I want to be with my folks . ' `` Don came in scared stiff , and told us , and we said ` Pooh , pooh , ' and went on smoking . But about eleven o'clock a couple of fellows from another ranch came over and said their boss had died that afternoon and they could not find the right sized boards for the coffin . They wanted a good straight one about six feet six by fourteen inches . We looked in the barns and the sheds , and could not find what they wanted . Then we went into the lean-to , where there were some loose boards in the corner , but they would n't do . ''