about four o'clock
`` A bad day 's work for _ her _ , I reckon . '' It struck me at the moment as a moral reflection of Eli 's , and no more . Late in the afternoon , however , I was enlightened . In the midst of the Fair , about four o'clock , a din of horns , beaten kettles , and hideous yelling , broke out in Troy . I met the crowd in the main street , and for a moment felt afraid of it . They had seized the woman in the taproom of the `` Man-o ' - War '' -- where the gamekeeper was lying in a drunken sleep -- and were hauling her along in a Ram Riding . There is nothing so cruel as a crowd , and I have seen nothing in my life like the face of These-an ' - That 's wife .