four o'clock
My friend called to the warrior : `` Hey , Tom ! Come here a minute . '' The Indian came , and the doctor continued , `` When do you hold the horse-races , Thomas ? '' `` To-morrow , at four o'clock , unless it rains , '' said the fellow . He spoke in an odd , halting dialect , but his words were perfectly understandable . `` Are you going to ride ? '' `` No ; my race-horse is sick . ''