about eleven o'clock
Morgan had already placed a small force of men at work on the mine , and after carrying out Mr. Blaisdell 's instructions , remained himself at the mine , superintending the work . It was one of those perfect days , so frequent among the mountains ; a cloudless sky , and the air so clear that one could see the most distant mountain peaks with wonderful distinctness . The weather was again warm , yet the air was cool and invigorating , and aromatic with the breath of the evergreen forests clothing the sides of the mountains and foot hills , while everywhere , the spring flowers were adding their color and beauty to the scene , their fragrance rising continuously , like an invisible cloud of incense , on every hand . At about eleven o'clock , Houston heard the noise of the approaching team , and stepping to the window , saw a three-seated , open wagon , drawn by a pair of powerful horses . On the back seat , with Mr. Blaisdell , was an old gentleman , evidently Mr. Winters , and on the second seat , facing them , were two whom Houston judged to be Mr. Rivers and the junior Mr. Winters ; but he took little notice of them , for his attention was arrested by one of the two young men sitting on the front seat , with the driver . The figure looked wonderfully familiar , but the face was almost wholly concealed by a broad-brimmed , soft hat . The team stopped , and at once the passengers prepared to alight ; the hat was suddenly pushed back , revealing to the astonished Houston , the shining spectacles and laughing face of Arthur Van Dorn , his college class mate and chum .