two o'clock
It was a soft lisp of sound that startled the group . The man had come by devious ways through the gullies of the Thornton field , around the corner of `` The Barracks , '' and upon the porch . Those who knew him declared that `` Whispering Urban '' Cobb never walked by the straight way when there was a crooked one by which he could dodge around . `` No , they ca n't get a-goin ' at no two o'clock , '' he assured them . A drooping gray mustache curtained his mouth , drooping gray eyebrows shaded his eyes , and he crowded very close to them and whispered , `` I 've stole the call for the caucus , and they 'll hunt for it about half an hour , and then they 'll have to round the committee up and get 'em to sign another , and have constables swear that the other call was posted -- and , well , they wo n't get going much before four . '' The Duke looked at him indulgently . `` I took it on myself to do it .