ten o'clock
Finally Mr. Lincoln took the scrap of paper , which was even more dirty and finger-marked by this time , and handed it to Mr. Hill . The train was slowing down for Freeport . In the distance , bands could be heard playing , and along the track , line upon line of men and women were cheering and waving . It was ten o'clock , raw and cold for that time of the year , and the sun was trying to come out . `` Bob , '' said Mr. Lincoln , `` be sure you get that right in your notes . And , Steve , you stick close to me , and you 'll see the show . Why , boys , '' he added , smiling , `` there 's the great man 's private car , cannon and all . ''