eleven o'clock
One morning our daily trip to the steamship office bore fruit . We found the plaza filled with excited men ; all talking and gesticulating . The much tired officials had evolved a scheme , beautiful in its simplicity , for deciding which fifty-two of the three hundred should go by the first ship . They announced that at eleven o'clock they would draw lots . This was all very well , but how did the general public know that the lots would be drawn fairly ? The officials would permit a committee of citizens to be present . Not by the eternal !