ten o'clock
`` Tam the powney , '' he said twice , nodding his head each time he said it ; `` Tam the powney , '' and he turned away . How was he to get to Skeighan ? He plunged at his watch . The ten o'clock train had already gone , the express did not stop at Barbie ; if he waited till one o'clock he would be late for his appointment . There was a brake , true , which ran to Skeighan every Tuesday . It was a downcome , though , for a man who had been proud of driving behind his own horseflesh to pack in among a crowd of the Barbie sprats . And if he went by the brake , he would be sure to rub shoulders with his stinging and detested foes .