two o'clock
There seemed always to be some incontrovertible reason why they should keep by themselves , a little apart from the rest of the field . Rowena 's hunting experiences had been few , and her escort was too anxious about her safety to allow her to try any but the very simplest and smallest of jumps . This excess of precaution necessitated many a detour , but neither of the two seemed anxious to make up for lost time by putting on extra speed to catch up with their friends ; and the interest in the pursuit of the fox was of so perfunctory a nature that it often seemed more by chance than by design that they took the right turnings at all ! It was after two o'clock when Rowena was refreshing herself with sandwiches produced from Guy Seton 's case during an interval of rest , when the hounds were drawing a spinney , that she cast her eyes to right and left over the scattered field , and remarked carelessly : `` I do n't see Dreda ! The boys are there , and the Websters and Maud ; but I do n't see Dreda anywhere -- do you ? '' Guy Seton cast a cursory glance in the direction indicated . `` She is probably behind a tree or a hedge , hiding from the wind .