Quarter past twelve
Both trains were roaring through the storm , destined almost certainly to slip by each other at this siding within the next hour . Where was Joe ? And Sally and the boy alone at the house ! Quarter past twelve . What vast interest could have made Joe forget his relief at the probable loss of his job ? Tolliver glanced from the rear window towards his home , smothered in the night and the storm . If he might only run there quickly to make sure that Sally was all right !