Four o'clock
Then for a moment the sun came again and he stared toward it with set , anxious eyes . It no longer was dazzling ; it was large and yellow and free from glare . He swerved his gaze swiftly to the dashboard clock , then back to the sun again . Four o'clock ! Yet the great yellow ball was hovering on the brim of Mount Taluchen ; dusk was coming . A frightened glance showed him the black shadows of the valleys , the deeper tones of coloring , the vagueness of the distance which comes with the end of day . Anxiously he studied his speedometer as the road stretched out for a space of a few hundred feet for safety .