2 P.M.
He might have been a Long Island commuter . At 8:42 A.M. I 'd go down to the Thirty-fourth Street ferry to meet him -- I mean I 'd see the Zigler into position at two thousand -LRB- I began at three thousand , but that was cold and distant -RRB- -- and blow him off to two full hoppers -- eighteen rounds -- just as they were bringing in his coffee . If his crowd was busy celebrating the anniversary of Waterloo or the last royal kid 's birthday , they 'd open on me with two guns -LRB- I 'll tell you about them later on -RRB- , but if they were disengaged they 'd all stand to their horses and pile on the ironmongery , and washers , and typewriters , and five weeks ' grub , and in half an hour they 'd sail out after me and the rest of Van Zyl 's boys ; lying down and firing till 11:45 A.M. or maybe high noon . Then we 'd go from labour to refreshment , resooming at 2 P.M. and battling till tea-time . Tuesday and Friday was the General 's moving days . He 'd trek ahead ten or twelve miles , and we 'd loaf around his flankers and exercise the ponies a piece . Sometimes he 'd get hung up in a drift -- stalled crossin ' a crick -- and we 'd make playful snatches at his wagons .