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`` I wo n't , '' replied Plover . `` I 'll have time , because the Denver Express , on which I 'm going to ` Frisco , do n't leave there till twelve-forty . No , I wo n't miss the big speech at Weeping Water . '' They reached Weeping Water at last , although it was full midnight , and they were far behind time , and together they walked to the speaker 's stand . Harley saw Plover in his accustomed place in the front rank , just under the light of the torches , where he would meet the speaker 's eye , his face rapt and worshipful . Then he looked at his watch . `` Twelve-fifteen , '' he said to himself .