eleven o'clock
demanded Custer . `` I was thinking of your ma , Custer ! '' faltered Mr. Shrimplin weakly . `` We been gone longer than we said , it must be after eleven o'clock . '' `` There ! '' cried Custer again , as a feeble call for help floated up to them . `` It 's from down on the crick bank back of the slaughter-house ! ''