five p.m.
Robin had risen before daybreak in order to visit his traps , and shoot some game as early in the day as possible . The larder chanced to be nearly empty that day , a fact which was all the more to be regretted that it was New Year 's day , and , as Robin remarked , `` that day did n't occur more than once in the year . '' This statement Larry O'Dowd disputed , affirming that it occurred `` at laste twice ivery year -- wance at the beginnin ' an ' wance at the end of it ! '' `` Come along , lad , '' said Robin , trimming the candle as his nephew Walter entered , `` we 'll ha ' to make the most of our time to-day , for we dine at sharp five p.m. , an ' our dinner -- leastwise the most of it -- is at this moment alive an ' kickin ' , if it 's not sleepin ' , in the forest , and has got to be found and shot yet . Hallo ! boy , where are _ you _ bound for ? '' `` For the woods , father , with you and Walter , '' replied his son Roy , sitting down and coolly helping himself to a portion of bear 's meat , with which the hunter was regaling himself .