eight o'clock
The fat one would be there rolling trunks across and the station agent would presently close up . It would be dark over there at eight o'clock . The mountains loomed silently , purpling and steep and hazy already with sleep . To the left lay the road that curved up to the forks where one went across to the Highway and at right angles the Highway went straight across the ridge in front of him and sloped down to the spot where the fat one expected him to play his part at eight o'clock to-night . The Highway was the way down which the `` rich guy '' was expected to come speeding in a high power car from New York , and had to be stopped and relieved of money that `` did not belong to him . '' Billy thought it all over . Somehow things seemed different now .