About three o'clock in the afternoon
`` The sooner the American people get the inside facts of this affair the sooner they will decide to stop it , and it 's forty-five miles to the nearest place where I can get in touch with my people . '' Bareheaded , through the hot sun , they travelled rapidly along the turnpike , keeping a sharp lookout for occasional parties of cavalry and hiding in the fields until they passed . Sometimes they talked of the contrasted ways of life in Japan and in America , and again Winslow wrote hurriedly in his note-book as he walked . About three o'clock in the afternoon they stopped in the shade where a rivulet fell over a small cataract . `` Are n't you hungry ? '' asked Ethel , after they had drunk from the brook . `` I do n't know .