seven o'clock
Into this white mystery of dawn the girl had vanished . Nancy looked curiously after her a moment , then glanced swiftly about as Huldah had done , her eyes dwelling long on Creed 's little shack , standing peaceful in the morning mists . Softly she turned back , and closed and barred the door . In the Lion 's Den At seven o'clock , despite entreaties and warnings , Creed mounted his mule and set out for the Turrentine place . `` Do n't you trust nothin ' nor nobody over thar , '' Nancy followed him out to the gate to reiterate . `` Old Jephthah Turrentine 's as big a rascal as they ' is unhung . No -- I would n't trust Judith neither -LRB- hush now , Little Buck ; you do n't know what granny 's a-talkin ' about -RRB- ; she 's apt to git some fool gal 's notion o ' being jealous o ' Huldy , or something like that , and see you killed as cheerful as I 'd wring a chicken 's neck .