about five o’clock
I jumped into the car and bowled along down Spring Street and the Front Street hill and arrived at the mill office at exactly five . Dad was n't in sight so I decided to turn around and wait for him at the curb . That is how the trouble started . I got part way around on the hill when that cylinder began missing a lot and next thing I knew the motor stalled and there was I with my car crosswise on the hill , blocking traffic -- and traffic is heavy on Front Street hill about five o'clock , because all the mills are rushing their trucks down to the piers with the last loads of merchandise before the down-river boats leave , at six o'clock . In about two minutes I was holding up a line of trucks a block long and those drivers were saying a lot of things that were not very complimentary to me and not printed in Sunday-school papers . And old Blink Broosmore was right up at the head of the line with a truck load of cases from the box factory and the look on his face was about as ugly as a mud turtle 's . Then , to make matters worse , my starter would n't work at the critical moment , and I had to get out to crank the engine .