five o'clock
`` Why -- I 'm sure -- ah , poultry -- a chicken or two . '' `` Fancy breed ? '' `` Yes , yes , that 's it , a fancy breed . '' At the ranch house , where they arrived toward five o'clock , Annixter insisted that the priest should stop long enough for a glass of sherry . Sarria left the basket and his small black valise at the foot of the porch steps , and sat down in a rocker on the porch itself , fanning himself with his broad-brimmed hat , and shaking the dust from his cassock . Annixter brought out the decanter of sherry and glasses , and the two drank to each other 's health . But as the priest set down his glass , wiping his lips with a murmur of satisfaction , the decrepit Irish setter that had attached himself to Annixter 's house came out from underneath the porch , and nosed vigorously about the wicker basket .