About eleven o'clock
The outlook for the Fentons was dark indeed . Fred was on board his regular train that same morning at the usual hour , and started on his round of duty . He sold four morning papers , but trade seemed rather dull . About eleven o'clock he went through the first car distributing some packages of candy to the various passengers . On reaching the end of the car he returned , collecting the money for those purchased , and reclaiming those not wanted . About midway of the car was a man of middle age , with small , insignificant features , and a mean look . He seemed very much absorbed in reading a penny paper when the train boy came up .