eight o'clock
`` Let me see : Number 438 , '' said I , repeating it a couple of times over . `` Yes , that is it . If I could have chanced on it , I 'd have run down to-morrow by the ` Christobal . ' She lies about a mile out , and will weigh with the ebb , at eight o'clock . That mare -- she killed Butcher by a down leap over a rock , but never scratched herself -- is worth at least a thousand dollars . '' `` I offered eight hundred for her on mere character , '' said I , sitting back , and sipping my liquid with a most profound quietude . Falkoner was evidently surprised with this announcement ; but more so from the rakish indifference it betrayed about money , than as bespeaking me rich and affluent .