one o'clock
Presley dismounted and went in and the two had a long talk . When , three hours later , Presley came out of the saloon and rode on towards Bonneville , his face was very pale , his lips shut tight , resolute , determined . His manner was that of a man whose mind is made up . The hour for the mass meeting at the Opera House had been set for one o'clock , but long before noon the street in front of the building and , in fact , all the streets in its vicinity , were packed from side to side with a shifting , struggling , surging , and excited multitude . There were few women in the throng , but hardly a single male inhabitant of either Bonneville or Guadalajara was absent . Men had even come from Visalia and Pixley . It was no longer the crowd of curiosity seekers that had thronged around Hooven 's place by the irrigating ditch ; the People were no longer confused , bewildered .