ten o'clock
What next ? '' Every moment brings tidings of fresh dismay . New fires , and a crippled and helpless department , for the rioters slash their hose and laugh their efforts to scorn . A gleam of hope shone in at ten o'clock , and the Board-room rang with cheers at the president 's announcement that the regulars were coming , -- a whole regiment of infantry from Omaha was already more than half-way . But the gleam died out at noon when , with white lips , an official read the telegram saying the strikers had `` side-tracked '' the special trains bearing the soldiers and they could not advance another mile . And so they had on one road , but there are others , better guarded , better run . The sun is well over to the west again , Chicago is resigning itself to another night of horror , when from the suburbs there comes gliding in to the heart of the city the oddest-looking railway train that has been seen for years : a sight at which a host of riotous men break away from the threatening front , dragging with them those `` pals '' whom drink has either maddened or stupefied ; a sight at which skulking blackguards who have picked up paving-stones drop them into the gutters and think twice before they lay hand on their revolver butts .