ten o'clock
`` Maybe a gal . '' `` Don ' care s ' long as ye dew th ' talkin ' . I can rassle er fight , but my talk in a rumpus ain ' fit fer no woman t ' hear , thet 's sart ` in . '' We overtook the coach at a village , near ten o'clock . D'ri rushed on ahead of them , wheeling with drawn sabre . The driver pulled rein , stopping quickly . M. de Lambert was on the seat beside him .