two o'clock
Orr Tweet arose , casting a curious look at Hiram 's haggard face , but said nothing as he followed him out . Fifteen minutes later they entered a large employment bureau on Clay Street , where were gathered perhaps a hundred workingmen reading the bulletins or lounging on benches . Every now and then a brisk , leonine-headed man walked about among them , making announcements as a train caller does in a big union depot . `` Shippin ' to Oregon -- two o'clock to-morrow afternoon -- I want two hundred muckers -- forty cents an hour -- board one dollar a day . I want twenty skinners , same job , forty a month and found . Sign up , boys ! Hit the trail and make yer stake .