About eight o'clock
I will be over to the express office about eight o'clock . Is it a bargain ? '' `` Yes , '' answered the strange man . About eight o'clock that evening Bart came down to the express office carrying a lunch basket and a blanket , as he had promised his erratic friend , Mr. Baker . The young express agent had spent a busy day , and the evening promised to continue to furnish plenty for him to do . He had the infinite pleasure of seeing his mother 's face brighten up magically , when he related sufficient to her of the day 's experience to satisfy her that the revenue from the express business was secure . She had received some intimation of this from her husband 's lips an hour previous at the hospital , and said that Mr. Stirling was feeling relieved and hopeful over the visit of the express superintendent , and the prospects of Bart succeeding to his position .