eight o'clock
The tall girl ran down the street to the offices of the mine . With Nance McGregor she hurried to the stable . The store keepers along Main Street looked out of their doors and saw the two women pale and with set faces half-carrying the huge form of Beaut McGregor along the street and in at the door of the bakery . * * * * * At eight o'clock that evening Beaut McGregor , his legs still unsteady , his face white , climbed aboard a passenger train and passed out of the life of Coal Creek . On the seat beside him a bag contained all his clothes . In his pocket lay a ticket to Chicago and eighty-five dollars , the last of Cracked McGregor 's savings . He looked out of the car window at the little woman thin and worn standing alone on the station platform and a great wave of anger passed through him .