about ten o'clock in the morning
So a week slipped away . One morning Theodore was on his way from one office to another when he heard the sound of drum and fife and saw a body of the strikers marching up Washington street . Every boy within sight or hearing at once turned in after the procession , and Theodore followed with the rest . It was about ten o'clock in the morning and the streets were full of shoppers , many of them ladies who had been afraid to venture out during the past week . As if they had risen out of the ground , scores of rough-looking men and street boys began to push and jostle the shoppers on the narrow sidewalks until many of the frightened women took refuge in the stores , and the shopkeepers , fearful of what might follow , began hastily putting up their shutters and making ready to close their stores , if necessary . These signs of apprehension gave great delight to the rougher element in the streets , and they yelled and hooted uproariously at the cautious shopkeepers , but they did not stop . Steadily , swiftly they followed that body of men marching with dark , determined faces to the sound of the fife and the drum .