four o'clock
But to himself the hostler said : '' _ Rise up ? _ Sweet lan ' o ' libuhty ! I wondeh whut bitin ' the ole man now ? '' It was a small and very sleepy exercise boy whom Smiley Johnson tossed into the saddle at four o'clock on Saturday morning : a boy whose teeth were chattering , for he was cold . `` Canter him the usual distance , Dutchy , '' said the owner . `` Then set him down , but not for more than half a mile . Understand ? ''