about eleven o'clock
Desborough told me afterwards that that wild , fierce , despairing cry , rang in his ears for many years afterwards , and would never be forgotten till those ears were closed with the dust of the grave . Troubridge 's Station , Toonarbin , lay so far back from the river , and so entirely on the road to nowhere , that Tom used to remark , that he would back it for being the worst station for news in the country . So it happened that while these terrible scenes were enacting within ten miles of them , down , in fact , to about one o'clock in the day when the bushrangers were overtaken and punished , Mary and her cousin sat totally unconscious of what was going on . But about eleven o'clock that day , Burnside , the cattle dealer , mentioned once before in these pages , arrived at Major Buckley 's , from somewhere up country , and found the house apparently deserted . But having coee 'd for some time , a door opened in one of the huts , and a sleepy groom came forth , yawning . `` Where are they all ? '' asked Burnside .