eight o'clock
Next he started to carry outside and pile neatly at the blind end of the building all the boards , boxes and other debris littering up the room , swept it , and selected two packing cases and nailed them up into a convenient impromptu desk , manufactured a bench seat out of some loose boards , set his pen , ink and paper in order , and felt quite ready for business . He had gained a pretty clear idea the day previous from his father as to the Fourth of July express service routine . The fireworks deliveries had been the main thing , but as these had been destroyed that part of the programme was off the sheet . At eight o'clock the morning express would bring in its usual quota , but this would be held over until the following day except what was marked special or perishable . There would be no out express matter owing to the fact that it was a holiday . `` I can manage nicely , I think , '' Bart told himself , as , an hour later , he ran the truck down to the site of the burned express shed and stood by the tracks waiting . A freight engine soon came to the spot , backing down the express car .