morning about half past seven
Fearful dry , it is getting to be . '' The doctor was a true prophet . The next alarm did amount to something . One morning about half past seven , there echoed in the narrow streets of Seamont a cry that plain meant bad news . Will Somers heard , and might be said to have _ seen _ , that cry . He had taken down the shutters of his employer 's store , and was hanging in the windows two very gaudily lettered placards , `` A balm for all , Jenkins 's Soporific , '' `` The need of an aching world , Muggins 's Liniment . '' Will heard that magic cry , `` Fire -- re -- re ! ''