four
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And Greek Conniston , the son of William Conniston , of Wall Street , lay back upon his bunk and thought deeply of many things . The next day the gates of a new world opened for Greek Conniston . And it was a world which he liked little enough . The cook , rattling his pots and pans and stove-lids , woke him long before it was four o'clock . One by one the men tumbled out , dressed swiftly , washed and combed their hair at the low bench by the door , and then sat about smoking or wandered away to the stable to attend to their horses . At four o'clock the table was set , coffee and biscuits and steaks sending out their odors to float together upon the morning air . Conniston got up with the others and washed at the common basin , contenting himself with running his fingers through his hair rather than to use the one broken-toothed comb .