two o'clock
He was very curt and official : no detail eluded his attention , no fault of equipment , quarters , drill or training escaped comment and correction . The command was in fine shape but it is a service in which there is but one standard -- perfection , and perfection may never be attained . The inspection consumed the morning , but when they sat at lunch in Terry 's quarters , rank had perished again . At two o'clock they set off leisurely for Lindsey 's , Terry quiet , the Major jovial at the prospect of a drive at the wild boar . They jogged through the hot afternoon over a trail winding under a canopy of foliage shrill with the plaint of myriad insect life . An hour out and the Major was nearly unseated as his pony shied violently from a three-foot iguana that scurried across their path in furious haste . Farther into the woods , and they drew rein , listening to the mystic tone of a Bogobo agong rung at minute intervals : Terry judged the gong to be six miles distant westward , the Major contended for half a mile , north of them .