midday
Another hour brought him abreast of a dark , straight shaft rising clear from a beetling escarpment . This was a monument marking the international boundary line . When he had passed it he had his own country under foot . In the heat of midday he halted in the shade of a rock , and , lifting the Yaqui down , gave him a drink . Then , after a long , sweeping survey of the surrounding desert , he removed Sol 's saddle and let him roll , and took for himself a welcome rest and a bite to eat . The Yaqui was tenacious of life . He was still holding his own .