about eight o'clock
We was pinted toward a place on the railroad called Smithtown , but when we found we could n't get a train from there till ten o'clock that night anyhow , and it was only three miles away , we said we 'd stay . After supper we calculated we 'd better move . But the old man would n't hear of us walking that three miles . So about eight o'clock he hitched up a mule to a one-hoss wagon , and we jogged along . They was a yaller moon sneaking up over the edge of the world when we started . It was so low down in the sky yet that it threw long shadders on the road , and they was thick and black ones , too . Because they was a lot of trees alongside the road , and the road was narrow , we went ahead mostly through the darkness , with here and there patches of moonlight splashed onto the ground .