the evening, about the hour of
nine
`` By the keys of Peter ! '' cried he , `` I am much beholden to thy lordship . Having spoken with the lass , where may I find thee ? '' `` Fear not , '' replied Winter , `` for in the evening , about the hour of nine , I will come for thee . Go thou , then , speedily . '' Fawkes made haste to snatch his cloak , and having wrapped it about him , bowed to the company and , preceded by Percy , clattered down the stairs . `` Methinks he will serve us , '' muttered Winter ; `` yet , good Catesby , must we deal gently with him , for , being of an exceeding rough nature , ` twill need but an ill-timed word to turn him into gunpowder . ''