two o'clock
With a final oath the Admiral dashed through his front gate and into the house . The _ volgus infidum _ formed in procession again , and marched back with shouts of merriment ; the _ popularis aura _ of the five-and-twenty fifers resumed the `` Conquering Hero , '' and Mr. Fogo was left standing alone in the middle of the road . No one acquainted with the character of that extraordinary town will be surprised when I say that , within an hour after the occurrences related in the last chapter , Troy had resumed its workday quiet . By two o'clock nothing was to be heard but the tick-tack of mallets in the ship-building yards , the puffing of the steam-tug , the rattle of hawsers among the vessels out in the harbour , and the melodious `` Woo-hoo ! '' of a crew at capstan or windlass . Troy in carnival and Troy sober are as opposite , you must know , as the poles . Fun is all very well , but business is business , and Troy is a trading port with a character to keep up : for who has not heard the bye-word -- `` Working like a Trojan '' ?