about six o’clock
The thought of the confined creature was so dreadful to him that he forgot the heat and went forward to the cylinder to help turn . But luckily the dull radiation arrested him before he could burn his hands on the still-glowing metal . At that he stood irresolute for a moment , then turned , scrambled out of the pit , and set off running wildly into Woking . The time then must have been somewhere about six o'clock . He met a waggoner and tried to make him understand , but the tale he told and his appearance were so wild -- his hat had fallen off in the pit -- that the man simply drove on . He was equally unsuccessful with the potman who was just unlocking the doors of the public-house by Horsell Bridge . The fellow thought he was a lunatic at large and made an unsuccessful attempt to shut him into the taproom .