nine o'clock
laughed Grace . `` Yes . Our Emma is a joy and a delight , '' nodded Anne . After a brisk ride at a steady gallop , the Overlanders jogged into the one street that Bisbee 's Corners possessed shortly after nine o'clock that evening , all thoroughly tired but happy , with Hindenburg sound asleep in the saddle bag . The streets , they saw , were thronged with men , mostly lumberjacks , some singing , others shouting , and here and there a pair of them engaged in fist battles . `` Must have been paid off , '' observed Tom Gray . `` We are getting near the Big Woods , folks . ''