ten
o'clock
asked the young man , now thoroughly concerned . `` You bet I did , after scourin ' the entire face of creation . I traced ` er frum one old acquaintance to another , till last night I run up on ` er over at Bill Wyman 's , ten miles down the valley . It was ten o'clock when I got thar , an ' as cold as a cake o ' ice in the small o ' yore back . I called Bill out in his shift on the porch . I was mighty nigh friz , an ' I reckon he soon got that away , fer he kept dancin ' about fust on one foot an ' then on another , while we talked . He admitted she wus thar , but he would n't let me stay all night , although I offered to plank down the usual price fer man an ' beast .