ten minutes to eleven
There ! ' exclaimed he , pulling up again . The delays occasioned by these catastrophes , together with the time lost by ` Obin and Ichard , ' threw our sportsmen out considerably . When they reached Chalkerley Gate it wanted ten minutes to eleven , and they had still three miles to go . ` We shall be late , ' observed Sponge inwardly denouncing ` Obin and Ichard . ' ` Should n't wonder , ' replied Jog , adding , with a puff into his frill , ` consequences of making me sick , you see . ' ` My dear fellow , if you do n't know your own stomach by this time , you did ought to do , ' replied Mr. Sponge .