eleven o'clock
He was sorry that his brother -- to whom he had sent the blue fox -- was not with the rest of the family in Santa Catalina , so that he could tell him all about it , but the younger lad was at a boys ' camp . Making a stay of only a couple of hours in Los Angeles , the boy went from there straight to San Pedro , where he took the steamer for Avalon , the only large town on Santa Catalina , and the most famous place in the entire world for taking big game fish with rod and reel . The passage was only of two hours ' duration , and the weather ideal . The water of the channel was like a mirror , but the daily breeze sprang up at eleven o'clock , its accustomed hour . Although no more attentive to scenery than most boys of his age , Colin fairly cried aloud with admiration as the steamer rounded the point and turned into Avalon Bay . Almost a perfect semicircle , the beach of glistening white sand enclosed a basin of turquoise sea in which were reflected the dark , rich tones of the cliffs , all glowing like an opal beneath the sun , while above rose the hills covered with the wild lilac and greasewood of California . Even the tame sea-lions which frequent the harbor and follow incoming boats , and which frequently are to be seen hauled up on small fishing-craft , seemed to fit wonderfully into the scene .