two o'clock
At two of the clock every afternoon he would dive through School Street to the Coffee House , where the hostler would have his bony mare saddled and waiting . Mr. Daaken by no chance ever entered the tavern . I recall one bright day in April when I played truant and had the temerity to go afishing on Spa Creek with Will Fotheringay , the bass being plentiful there . We had royal sport of it that morning , and two o'clock came and went with never a thought , you may be sure . And presently I get a pull which bends my English rod near to double , and in my excitement plunge waist deep into the water , Will crying out directions from the shore , when suddenly the head of Mr. Daaken 's mare is thrust through the bushes , followed by Mr. Daaken himself . Will stood stock still from fright , and I was for dropping my rod and cutting , when I was arrested by the dominie calling out : `` Have a care , Master Carvel ; have a care , sir . You will lose him .