noon
`` How many men have we ? '' `` Five ! '' `` Then , '' said the President , summing up the Revised Statutes of the State of California in one strong sentence ; `` then we do n't want no d -- d warrant . '' It was high noon at Tres Pinos . The three pines from which it gained its name , in the dusty road and hot air , seemed to smoke from their balsamic spires . There was a glare from the road , a glare from the sky , a glare from the rocks , a glare from the white canvas roofs of the few shanties and cabins which made up the village . There was even a glare from the unpainted red-wood boards of Roscommon 's grocery and tavern , and a tendency of the warping floor of the veranda to curl up beneath the feet of the intruder .