the hour of eight
And then who would train the Jamie Todds to give a reason of the faith that was in them before minister and elder ? So all that night I walked on sore-hearted . It was hardly dark , for the season of the year was midsummer , and by the morning I had gone thirty miles . But when I came on the hard `` made '' road again , I hasted yet more , for I knew that by the hour of eight Bauldy and his farmers would be in the saddle . And I heard as it were the hoofs of the horses ringing behind me -- the horses of the enemies of sound doctrine ; for the Accuser of the Brethren sees to it that his messengers are well mounted . Yet though I was footsore , and had but a farle of oatcake in my pocket , I went not a warfare on my own charges . For by the way I encountered a carrier in the first spring-cart that ever I had seen .