about ten o'clock
By the way , we were interrupted at that . Had n't got started before Hare remembered that he 'd promised to bring some girl home from somewhere , and dragged me off a mile down the road , only to find out afterwards that she 'd gone home with somebody else . Made me tired . I left him about ten o'clock and started down Main Street for the river , meaning to come straight back here . But as I was footing it along , thinking over my talk with Hare and attending to my own business , who should brace me but that pale-faced rascal we saw playing dead in the rowboat . This time the _ poseur _ was lying flat on some packing-cases in front of a store , and who do you suppose he turned out to be ? '' `` The brains of the machine , '' said Varney .