eleven o'clock
The kirk-garth is twenty miles away , across rugged mountain country , and you must follow the public pass . '' `` Styehead Pass ? '' Ralph nodded assent . `` Start away at eleven o'clock ; take the old mare to bear the body ; let the boy ride the young horse , and chain him to the mare at the bottom of the big pass . These men , these spies , these constables , whatever they may be , will lie in wait for me about the house that morning . If they do n't find me at my father 's funeral they 'll then believe that I must have gone . Do _ you _ hold the mare 's head , Robbie -- mind that .