about one o'clock
`` You 'll sure have one wild time , '' grinned a dark-haired , blue-eyed youngster called Broncho . `` Gabby 's about as sociable as a rattler . I would n't change places with yuh for no money . '' No one seemed to suspect any ulterior motive beneath the plan , and when Buck rode off about one o'clock , leading his pack-horse , his spirits rose insensibly at the ease with which things seemed to be working out . He reached Red Butte camp in a little more than three hours and found the adobe shack deserted . It was similar in size and construction to Las Vegas , but there all likeness ceased , for the interior was surprisingly comfortable and as spick-and-span as the Shoe-Bar line camp was cluttered and dirty . Everything was so immaculate , in fact , that Buck had a moment of hesitation about flicking his cigarette ashes on the floor , and banished his scruples mainly because he had never heard of a cow-man dropping them anywhere else .