twelve o’clock
Here the leather-legginged boy laughed very heartily , and then tried to look as if it was somebody else , whereat Mr. Winkle frowned majestically . ` Where did you tell the boy to meet us with the snack , Martin ? ' inquired Wardle . ` Side of One-tree Hill , at twelve o'clock , Sir . ' ` That 's not Sir Geoffrey 's land , is it ? ' ` No , Sir ; but it 's close by it . It 's Captain Boldwig 's land ; but there 'll be nobody to interrupt us , and there 's a fine bit of turf there . '