about twelve o'clock
But we shall see no more of the poor lads for a long time , unless some of their party rescues them , cures them , and the game begins over again . Feel ready , sir ? '' `` Ready ? '' `` Yes ; it 's about twelve o'clock , and I thought you might like to come and help me bully that ugly brother of mine . '' `` Why , Samson , '' said Fred , with a sad smile , `` every one says you two are so like . '' `` So we are , sir , to look at , '' replied Samson , grinning ; `` but I never said I was good-looking , did I ? '' `` Yes , I 'm ready , '' said Fred , rising from his heather couch .