two o'clock
Everywhere loomed rows of towering chimneys , and pillars of rolling black smoke . Little miniature railroad tracks ran crisscross about the yards , and engines came puffing and clanking , carrying blazing white ingots which the eye could not bear to face . Opposite to the entrance of the stockaded yards , the Company had put up a new office building , and upon the top floor of this were the president 's rooms . `` Mr. Andrews will be in on the two o'clock train , '' said his secretary , who was evidently expecting the visitor . `` Will you wait in his office ? '' `` I think I should like to see the works , if you can arrange it for me , '' said Montague . And so he was provided with a pass and an attendant , and made a tour of the yards .