six o'clock
You see , sir , I 'm only looking at an old picture I 've always loved . Tucked away down in the heart of the valley , there is an old ruin of a mission -- the Mission de la Madre Dolorosa -- the Mother of Sorrows . The light will be shining on its dirty white walls and red-tiled roof , and I 'll sit me down in the shade of a manzanita bush and wait , because that 's my valley and I know what 's coming . `` Exactly at six o'clock , I shall see a figure come out on the roof of the mission and stand in front of the old gallows-frame on which hang eight chimes that were carried in on mules from the City of Mexico when Junipero Serra planted the cross of Catholicism at San Diego , in 1769 . That distant figure will be Brother Flavio , of the Franciscan Order , and the old boy is going to ramp up and down in front of those chimes with a hammer and give me a concert . He 'll bang out ` Adeste Fideles ' and ` Gloria in Excelsis . ' That 's a cinch , because he 's a creature of habit .