noon
He looked up with black eyes shining through tears which spoke everything . `` Tomorrow , '' he stated brokenly , `` if we haf a luck , my colonel and I go kill a moose . '' They had a luck . It was noon on a Saturday . Out of the many buildings of the great electrical manufacturing plant at Schenectady poured employees by hundreds . Thirty trolley-cars were run on special tracks to the place and stood ready to receive the sea streaming towards them . Massed motor-cars waited beyond the trolleys for their owners , officials of the works .