one minute past four
`` How did they get such uniforms ? '' That was the question that passed from lip to lip . The answer was very simple , though as yet none of the onlookers knew what it was . Not until one minute past four did the Central Grammar players know anything about the uniforms . Old Dut had dismissed the rest of the school , detaining Dick 's players . `` Young men , we shall now hasten up to Exhibition Hall , '' announced the principal . He marched them up there , where they found the smiling Mr. Brown , backed by an assistant .