two o'clock
Every sunset a dream of Omnipotent Splendor . On such a November Thanksgiving day , the great game of the season was played on the Sunrise football field , which all the Walnut Valley folks came forth to see . By one o'clock Lagonda Ledge was deserted , save for old Bond Saxon , who sat on his veranda , watching the crowds stream by . At two o'clock the bleachers were packed , and the side lines were broad and black with a good-natured , jostling crowd . And every minute the numbers were increasing . Truly Sunrise had never before known such an auspicious day , such record-breaking gate receipts , nor such sure promise of success . The game was called for half-past two .