two o'clock
He went on at a swift walk , turning every few steps to look over his shoulder , and presently he came to a building which he recognized . It was the market that faced Stanley Square in Greensboro , a yellow brick building with a tall tower and a clock . As Teeny-bits gazed upward , trying to read the position of the hour hand in the half-light of the street lamps , the big timepiece boomed out two strokes . It was two o'clock . Teeny-bits turned south along Walnut Street in the direction of Hamilton . When he had attended the high school in Greensboro he had gone twice each day on his bicycle over the four miles of road between the village and the bustling young city . He now set out at a swift walk , and as soon as he had passed the outskirts of Greensboro , he jogged along at a pace that kept him warm , in spite of his scanty attire and the nipping air .