one o'clock
The morning passed , and it was noon before they were aware of it . By half-past twelve Blix had caught three trout , though the first was by far the heaviest . Condy had not had so much as a bite . At one o'clock they rowed ashore and had lunch under a huge live-oak in a little amphitheatre of manzanita . Never had a lunch tasted so delicious . What if the wine was warm and the stuffed olives oily ? What if the pepper for the hard-boiled eggs had sifted all over the `` devilish '' ham sandwiches ?