five o'clock
`` I had forgotten ! '' said Clay ; `` they have been having a revolution here . It seems so long ago . '' By five o'clock they had reached the gate of the Palms , and their appearance startled the sentry on post into a state of undisciplined joy . A riderless pony , the one upon which Jose ' had made his escape when the firing began , had crept into the stable an hour previous , stiff and bruised and weary , and had led the people at the Palms to fear the worst . Mr. Langham and his daughter were standing on the veranda as the horses came galloping up the avenue . They had been awake all the night , and the face of each was white and drawn with anxiety and loss of sleep .