Five o'clock Friday morning
Come on , gals . '' He strode into the homeward trail , the four girls falling in behind his tall figure . Judith was sick with misery and uncertainty ; the Lusk girls looked back timidly at Andy and Jeff ; even Huldah was mute . The Warning Five o'clock Friday morning found Creed , pale , hollow-eyed , a strip of Nancy 's home-made sticking plaster over the cut on brow and cheek , but otherwise composed and as usual , at the pine table in his little shack , working over the references which applied to the case he was to try that morning . But an hour later brought old Keziah Provine to the door to borrow the threading of a needle with white thread . `` I hearn they had an interruption , '' she began , pushing in past Nancy and the two children , `` but thar -- you kin hear anything these days and times . They most gen ` ally does find trouble at these here play-parties , that 's why I 'm sot agin 'em . ''