four o'clock
Coach Robey and `` Boots '' appeared . Danny Moore , who with Gus , the rubber , sat on the driver 's seat surrounded with suit-cases , took the bags , Joe Lawrence and Tracey Black , assistant manager , squeezed into the already overcrowded barges , Blaisdell , baseball captain , called for a cheer and , amidst a thunderous farewell , the squad , grinning and waving , disappeared down the drive , through the gate and out on to the road . Oakdale was fairly deserted at this time of year . Most of the summer cottages were closed , but the little hotel kept open the year around , and when , at four o'clock , the barges pulled up in front of it , fires were snapping in the open fireplaces and everything was in readiness for the squad 's reception . Followed a very merry and rather boisterous time while the fellows , bags in hand , sought their rooms to don their togs and report for light practice on the lawn . There was only signal drill to-day , and that was brief . Afterwards the centres practised passing and the kickers limbered up a little , but by five the work was over and the fellows were free to do what they liked .