eleven o'clock
haud still , '' an ' so on . Gin he got to the fit o ' the street there was a dozen laddies efter him ; screamin ' , `` Come on you lads , an ' see Sandy Bowden 's drumadairy . By crivens , he 's gotten a richt horse for Donal ' , noo . '' Sandy didna come up frae the stable till near-hand eleven o'clock , an ' I didna say ony mair aboot his braw horse . I 've heard the minister say , it 's the unexpectit that happens . That 's aye the way wi ' Sandy , I can tell you . I aye expect that something will happen wi ' him that I 'm no ' expectin ' ; so I find it best juist to lat him aleen .