five o'clock
The old Squire said little , except that he wanted the right thing done . For an hour or more after we went to bed that night Addison and I lay talking about the affair , but we could think of no explanation of the strange occurrence and at last fell asleep . The next morning , however , the solution of the mystery flashed into Addison 's mind . As we were dressing at five o'clock , he suddenly turned to me and exclaimed in a queer voice : `` I know what killed those colts ! '' `` What ? '' I asked . `` That fox bed ! ''