About one o'clock
He knew well enough what I had in mind : that was why he had asked if my gun were loaded . Even to-day he could not refrain from giving way to his beastly pride . He had dressed himself up and put on a new shirt ; his manner was , lordly beyond all bounds . About one o'clock he stopped , pale and angry , in front of me , and said : `` I ca n't stand this ! Look and see if you 're loaded , man -- if you 've anything in your gun . '' `` Kindly look after your own gun , '' I answered . But I knew well enough why he kept asking about mine .