Five o'clock
Thet accounts fer his feedin ' on dead meat . '' My naturalist host and my scientific friend both remarked somewhat grumpily that I seemed to get the best of all the good things . I might have retaliated that I certainly had gotten the worst of all the bad jokes ; but , being generously happy over my prize , merely remarked : `` If you want fame or wealth or wolves , go out and hunt for them . '' Five o'clock supper left a good margin of day , in which my thoughts reverted to the canyon . I watched the purple shadows stealing out of their caverns and rolling up about the base of the mesas . Jones came over to where I stood , and I persuaded him to walk with me along the rim wall . Twilight had stealthily advanced when we reached the Singing Cliffs , and we did not go out upon my promontory , but chose a more comfortable one nearer the wall .