two o'clock
Th ' old horse pooled its hardest , an ' wi ' th ' help they gave at th ' wheels they set it movin , an ' as sooin as th ' chap saw that , he bid Joa geoid neet an ' left him , tellin him at if it stuck fast he mud get behund an ' thrust a bit . It had n't gooan monny yards when Joa saw he mud awther thrust or stop thear all th ' neet , an ' altho ' th ' rate they wor gooin at wor slow enuff to suit even one a ' Joa 's disposition , yet th ' sweeat rolled off him , for he 'd quite as mich to do as th ' horse . Once or twice he stopt to consider whether he had n't better tak th ' horse aght an ' get into th ' shafts hissen . Abaat two o'clock i ` th ' mornin they gate back hooam , an ' old Rodger wor waitin for him in a ragin temper , an ' when he saw his favorite horse , `` Old Pickle , '' blowin an ' steamin as if it had just come aght ov a mash tub , an ' Joa wi ' a white hat on , he wor sewer he 'd been on th ' spree . He did n't give him a chance to spaik , but set to an ' called him ivverything he could lig his tongue to Joa tried to explain matters , but it wor noa use . `` Its th ' last time tha 'll ivver drive for me ! Tha 's been ommost twelve haars away ! ''