two o'clock
Albert shuddered with a sympathetic pain as he thought of the men on the tops of the icy cars , with hands straining at the brake , and the wind cutting their faces like a sand-blast . His mind went out to the thousands of freight trains shuttling to and fro across the vast web of gleaming iron spread out on the mighty breast of the Western plains . Oh , those tireless hands at the wheel and throttle ! He looked at his watch ; it was two o'clock ; the next station was Tyre . As he began to get his things together , the brakeman came in . `` Oh , I forgot to say that the old lady 's name is Welsh -- Mrs. Robert Welsh . Say I sent yeh , and it 'll be all right . ''