three o'clock in the
afternoon
You 'd think there would be more somewhere about , but NADA . There 's fools digging holes in that mountain yet . '' When Ray had finished his cigar , Johnny took his mandolin and began Kennedy 's favorite , `` Ultimo Amor . '' It was now three o'clock in the afternoon , the hottest hour in the day . The narrow shelf of shadow had widened until the floor of the amphitheater was marked off in two halves , one glittering yellow , and one purple . The little boys had come back and were making a robbers ' cave to enact the bold deeds of Pedro the bandit . Johnny , stretched gracefully on the sand , passed from `` Ultimo Amor '' to `` Fluvia de Oro , '' and then to `` Noches de Algeria , '' playing languidly .