ten minutes past twelve
`` Always full of thy nonsense , '' said Bloyce . `` But what made thee so late ? '' `` Late is it ? It can be but a matter of ten minutes past twelve , and it takes a little while to rub one 's eyes and get them open after being called . Hast seen or heard anything on thy watch ? '' `` Nothing . I had better have been in my warm bed and asleep , considering the hoeing I must give my corn-field to-morrow , than be watching a skeary Indian and a woman . ''