twelve o'clock
We 'd settled to meet a few miles one side or the other of the township . It did n't much matter which . So I began to look about in case I might get word of either of 'em , even if they did n't turn up to the time . Somewhere about dinner time -LRB- twelve o'clock -RRB- we got the cattle on to the river and let 'em spread over the flat . Then the man in charge rode up to the inn , the Traveller 's Rest , a pretty long rest for some of 'em -LRB- as a grave here and there with four panels of shickery two-rail fence round it showed -RRB- , and shouted nobblers round for us . While we was standing up at the bar , waiting for the cove to serve it out , a flash-looking card he was , and did n't hurry himself , up rides a tall man to the door , hangs up his horse , and walks in . He had on a regular town rig -- watch and chain , leather valise , round felt hat , like a chap going to take charge of a store or something .