twelve o'clock
Jim dimly remembered the name Donohue . Somewhat more than a year before his manager had reduced a man of that name for crippling an engine on a flying switch . `` He 's the best man you could get , Mr. Weeks , '' said the agent , and turning , he ran down the platform toward the freight house . Jim called after him : -- `` He 's got to connect at Manchester with the twelve o'clock for Chicago . '' Jawn 's dumpy little engine was blowing off on a siding . Jawn was oiling . He was a short man , filling out his wide overalls with an in - 'em - to-stay appearance .