seven o'clock
`` Hello , Max , '' he said ; `` where did you get that black eye ? '' `` That ai n't much , '' Max replied . `` You ought to see Briggs . '' When Bannon came on the job on Friday morning at seven o'clock , a group of heavy-eyed men were falling into line at the timekeeper 's window . Max was in the office , passing out the checks . His sister was continuing her work of the night before , going over what books and papers were to be found in the desk . Bannon hung up his overcoat and looked through the doorway at the square mass of the elevator that stood out against the sky like some gigantic , unroofed barn .