one o'clock
But Berrie replied : `` It seems only a few hours to me . '' From this point the traveling was good , and they descended rapidly , zigzagging from side to side of a long , sweeping ridge . By noon they were once more down amid the aspens , basking in a world of sad gold leaves and delicious September sunshine . At one o'clock , on the bank of a clear stream , the girl halted . `` I reckon we 'd better camp awhile . You look tired , and I am hungry . '' He gratefully acquiesced in this stop , for his knees were trembling with the strain of the stirrups ; but he would not permit her to ease him down from his saddle .