about four in the
evening
said M'Guire . `` I did n't know him by looks , and the boys wanted me to take some one to point him out . ` Sorra bit ! ' says I , ` leave that to me ; ' and so I waited in the gripe of the ditch all day , till , about four in the evening , I seen a stout man wid a white hat coming across the fields , to where the men was planting potatoes . So I ups to him wid a letter in my hand , this way , and my hat off -- ` Is yer honner Mr. Lambert ? ' says I. ` Yes , ' says he ; ` what do ye want with me ? ' `` Tis a bit of a note I 've for yer honner , ' says I ; and I gav him the paper .