two o'clock
And the sun fell straight on the heavy caps of the men , on the bare heads of the women , heating the brains , increasing enthusiasm . The passionate crowd yelled , and the pelotas were flying , when , softly , the angelus began to ring . Then an old man , all wrinkled , all burned , who was waiting for this signal , put his mouth to the clarion -- his old clarion of a Zouave in Africa -- and rang the call to rest . And all , the women who were seated rose ; all the caps fell , uncovering hair black , blonde or white , and the entire people made the sign of the cross , while the players , with chests and foreheads streaming with perspiration , stopped in the heat of the game and stood in meditation with heads bent -- At two o'clock , the game having come to an end gloriously for the French , Arrochkoa and Ramuntcho went in their little wagon , accompanied and acclaimed by all the young men of Erribiague ; then Gracieuse sat between the two , and they started for their long , charming trip , their pockets full of the gold which they had earned , intoxicated by their joy , by the noise and by the sunlight . And Ramuntcho , who retained the taste of yesterday 's kiss , felt like shouting to them : `` This little girl who is so pretty , as you see , is mine ! Her lips are mine , I had them yesterday and will take them again to-night ! '' They started and at once found silence again , in the shaded valleys bordered by foxglove and ferns -- To roll for hours on the small Pyrenean roads , to change places almost every day , to traverse the Basque country , to go from one village to another , called here by a festival , there by an adventure on the frontier -- this was now Ramuntcho 's life , the errant life which the ball-game made for him in the day-time and smuggling in the night-time .