midnight on Sunday
Come on , lads , we do n't want his company . See , all the others are going . '' Soon the tramp of many feet died away , and the yards were left to Saturday 's quiet and loneliness . The throb of the machinery and all the stir and clatter of toil had ceased till midnight on Sunday , when the first shift of workers would begin again . But Dick felt entirely happy as he took a huge `` doorstep '' of bread and cheese and a rosy apple from his bag , and began to munch it in the shadow of a great locomotive that stood on the lines , not far from the manager 's office . A few days before this engine had been brought in smoking hot for repairs , and on Monday the work would be finished . Dick 's quick eyes had seen new features in the make of this visitor , and he resolved to use part of his holiday in investigations .