nine o'clock at night
Now he had an old carbine to frighten the crows , a crazy old thing that was as likely to hurt the man who fired it as the thing that was fired at . Black Shawn sat up all night cleaning it , and the grim mouth of the man never relaxed , nor did the colour come back to his ashy cheeks . The next night he lay in wait for Mr. Ramsay-Stewart as he came home from the county club-house in Ballinscreen , and shot at him , killing poor Larry Byrne . It was only the length of the bridge from the police barracks , and as it was but nine o'clock at night , Ballinscreen people were up and about . So there was n't much time for Black Shawn to see what mischief the blunderbuss had done . He saw at the first glance that one man was down in the dogcart , and another man swinging on by his arms to the mouth of the terrified horse . But already people were running across the bridge and shouting , and the dark quay seemed alive with lights .