ten in the morning
* * * * * A strong wind blew scorching from the south the next day ; Johnson turned aside from the sagebrush country to avoid the worst sand , and bent north to a long half-circle , through a country of giant saguaro and clumped yuccas ; once they passed over a neck of lava hillocks thinly drifted over with sand . The heat was ghastly ; on their faces alkali dust , plastered with sweat , caked in the stubble of two days ' growth ; their eyes were red-rimmed and swollen . Boland , bruised and racked and cramped , suffered agonies . It was ten in the morning when Joe touched Pete 's arm : '' _ Qué cosa ? _ '' He pointed behind them and to the north , to a long , low-lying streak of dust . `` Trouble , Don Hooaleece ? I think so -- yes . ''