about ten o'clock
They all dreamed that night of the Man with the Haunting Face . `` Where 's that man you wanted us to look at ? '' demanded a farmer whose trousers were tucked into his boots . It was about ten o'clock the next forenoon when this man , accompanied by another man with the same kind of boottops , strode into the camp of Dick & Co. . `` Are you a constable from the village , sir ? '' inquired young Prescott . `` No ; we have n't any constable in the village , '' replied the farmer , chewing at a straw .