eleven o'clock
Well , they worked hard , and he showed no sign . He treated with neither one party nor the other . `` Perhaps , '' thought the managers , `` he is out of politics , '' and they grew more confident . It was nearing eleven o'clock on the morning of election when a cloud no bigger than a man 's hand appeared upon the horizon . It came from the direction of the black district . It grew , and the managers of the party in power looked at it , fascinated by an ominous dread . Finally it began to rain Negro voters , and as one man they voted against their former candidates .