two
o'clock
From the Burnley Beeches I drove as I ` ad been directed , past the Ambly Arms , and three mile further I found the great North Road , and there I wore . You never know how useful a bit o ' information may come in sometimes . It were pretty straight work now , and the only thing I ` ad to fear was a-wearin ' out me ` osses afore we reached the Border . At two o'clock we stopped and baited , and the young Captain he give me the tip . He says , `` Do n't go _ too _ fast , '' he ses ; `` they wo n't be arter us for an hour or two yet , if they come at all . I 've given 'em summut else to look for fust , '' ' e ses , `` and it 'll take 'em all their time . '' Weil , there ai n't no need to make a long story out o ' our run to Scotland ; we got there safe enough arter imaginin ' as we was follered by highwaymen , and goblins , and soldiers , and hall sorts o ' other hevil sperits , which were nothink but fancy arter all .