noon
Just after passing Caraher 's saloon , on the County Road that ran south from Bonneville , and that divided the Broderson ranch from that of Los Muertos , Presley was suddenly aware of the faint and prolonged blowing of a steam whistle that he knew must come from the railroad shops near the depot at Bonneville . In starting out from the ranch house that morning , he had forgotten his watch , and was now perplexed to know whether the whistle was blowing for twelve or for one o'clock . He hoped the former . Early that morning he had decided to make a long excursion through the neighbouring country , partly on foot and partly on his bicycle , and now noon was come already , and as yet he had hardly started . As he was leaving the house after breakfast , Mrs. Derrick had asked him to go for the mail at Bonneville , and he had not been able to refuse . He took a firmer hold of the cork grips of his handlebars -- the road being in a wretched condition after the recent hauling of the crop -- and quickened his pace . He told himself that , no matter what the time was , he would not stop for luncheon at the ranch house , but would push on to Guadalajara and have a Spanish dinner at Solotari 's , as he had originally planned .