about
eight o'clock
His head was covered with a crown of bristly grey hair that seemed to grow in patches , and his feet were both turned in one direction -- to the right . `` Take this plug and give him a rub down , Chintz , '' said Iredale . `` When he 's cool , water and feed him . Mr. Malling wo n't need him until about eight o'clock . '' Then he turned towards the house . `` He do n't waste words , '' observed Hervey , indicating the man , who had silently disappeared into the stable , taking the horse with him . `` No ; he 's dumb , '' replied Iredale .