One o'clock
Bennington had gone back to his office , shutting and opening his fists . Ay , they had long since ceased calling him the dude . The man of brawn has a hearty respect for spectacular exhibitions of strength . One o'clock . The trip-hammers began their intermittent thunder , the rolling-machines shrieked , and the hot ore sputtered and crackled . Bennington returned to his office and re-read the letter his father had written to him on his death-bed . He would obey it to the final line .