three o'clock
Ed Ross was a strict disciplinarian even then , and awfully in earnest . Indeed , we all were for that matter . When the notion is strong upon them , young folks beat their elders all hollow at that sort of thing . Every Saturday afternoon at three o'clock , weather permitting , we met at our armory , and after some preliminary maneuvers marched down High Street . Old Cush Woodberry and the other loafers at Horton 's would come out on the platform in front of the store and review the troops . The interest those lazy fellows took in us was astonishing . Old Cush even volunteered one day to give us some instructions in tactics , but our gallant captain courteously declined .