five o'clock
I was just laying the last tenderflops on the boards and trying to scrape enough stuff out of the pan to make just two or three more , when I saw a wagon stop right alongside the car . Oh , please excuse me a minute while I laugh ! Now we had seen that wagon most all afternoon , because a man was using it to cart sawdust from the ice-house and sprinkle it on the race-track . I suppose he did that on account of the races which were going to be at five o'clock . Anyway , he got down from his wagon and came over to the platform and said , `` Let 's try a couple of them floperetts I 'm hearin ' so much about . '' I said , `` Is this your last load ? '' He said yes , it was , and that after he got it sprinkled on the track , he was coming back for more floperetts -- that was what he called them .