About eleven o'clock
An hour 's brisk walking brought him to the residence of Mr. Jones , nearly four miles away from the little town in which he lived , where he entered upon his day 's work , resolved that , henceforth , he would be a reformed man . At first he was nervous , from want of his accustomed stimulus , and handled his tools awkwardly . But after awhile , as the blood began to circulate more freely , the tone of his system came up to a healthier action . About eleven o'clock Mr. Jones came out to the building upon which Braddock was at work , and after chatting a little , said -- `` This is grog time , aint it , Jim ? '' `` Yes sir , I believe it is , '' was the reply . `` Well , knock off then for a little while , and come into the house and take a dram . '' Now Mr. Jones was a very moderate drinker himself , scarcely touching liquor for weeks at a time , unless in company .