Noon
`` Walk , '' said Rodriguez . Then they said farewell , and there was a look on the face of the smith almost such as the sons of men might have worn in Genesis when angels visited them briefly . They settled down into a steady trot and trotted thus for three hours . Noon came , and still there was no rest for Morano , but only dust and the monotonous sight of the road , on which his eyes were fixed : nearly an hour more passed , and at last he saw his master halt and turn round in his saddle . `` Dinner , '' Rodriguez said . All Morano 's weariness vanished : it was the hour of the frying-pan once more . They had done more than twenty-one miles from the house of Gonzalez .