"What time do we eat ?" he asked presently, when they had silently watched the passage of the mower.

The other boy tugged at a fob which dangled at his belt and produced a silver watch.
"Let's see." He frowned intently a moment.

"I was twelve minutes fast yesterday afternoon.

That would make me about twenty minutes ahead now.
I'd say the absolutely correct time was somewhere between eleven-fifty-eight and twelve-six.

And dinner's at half-past." "Thank you," laughed Clint.