four o'clock
His milk-wagon stood in front of the `` Tonsorial Parlor . '' He had a drink of beer at Frank Steinbach 's saloon next door , and now was waiting for his Sunday shave before going home . His milk-peddling was over for the day . He was a hard-working-man , and had been on the road since four o'clock . He had a heavy look about his eyes , and he greeted Amidon 's facetiousness with a weary and surly hitch . `` Has he ? '' he replied , indifferently .