eight o'clock
Me and Lawyer Fillmore has been a-lookin ' into them deeds , and this timber is mine ; ' and he driv off . `` I come along home and studied ` bout it a bit , and me and the wife talked it over . We did n't want to make no fuss , but we knowed he was alyin ' , but that ai n't no unusual thing for Luke Shanders . `` Well , the nex ' mornin ' I got into Pondville ` bout eight o'clock and set a-waitin ' till Lawyer Fillmore come in . He looked kind o ' shamefaced when he see me , and I says , ` What 's this Luke Shanders 's been a-tellin ' me ` bout your sayin ' my wife 's timberland is hisn ? ' `` Then he began ` splainin ' that the ` riginal lines was drawed wrong and that old man Shanders 's land , Luke 's father , run to the brook and took in all the white oak on the wife 's lot and -- '' The buzzard sprang to his feet and shrieked out : `` Your Honor , I object to this rigmarole . Tell the jury right away '' -- and he faced the prisoner -- `` what you know about this glass of whiskey .