four o'clock
`` Wait till I get some tackle , '' said one of the workmen . He went away and returned with two crowbars and a pulley and block tackle . It was no work at all for those stout , experienced fellows to get the safe clear of the ruins , and , with the aid of a big truck they brought from the freight house , convey it to the new express quarters . Just as the town bell rang out four o'clock , Mr. Leslie stepped over the threshold . He glanced about the place briskly , gave a start as he noticed the heap of account books at Bart 's elbow , and looked both pleased and puzzled as his eyes lighted on the safe . `` Why , Stirling ! '' he exclaimed , `` are you a wizard ? ''