five o'clock
Casey thought that everything was perfectly clear , and rashly he said so , as he started off . From Barstow to Victorville , from Victorville to Camp Cajon Casey drove expectantly , hoping to meet Smiling Lou . He scanned each car that approached and slowed for every meeting like a searching party or a man who is lost and wishes to inquire the way . His pace would have been law-abiding in Los Angeles at five o'clock on Broadway between Fourth and Eighth streets . Goggled women tourists eyed him curiously , and one car stopped full to see what he wanted . But his `` Tom Pepper '' rode safe under the tarp behind him , and the `` Three Star Hennessey '' beaded daintily with the joggling it got , and Casey was neither halted nor questioned as he passed . At Camp Cajon Casey stopped and cooked an early supper , because the summer crowd was there and a real bootlegger would have considered stopping rather unsafe .