one in the afternoon
`` Monkhouse , '' he said below , `` I 've had about enough of Coral City this time , and I 'm riding back toward the _ hacienda _ this afternoon . I 'm leaving a little present for you with the management of the Inn . Some time I 'll send a pony trap down for you , when I 'm hungry for more tales -- '' The old man was more mystified than ever , but the business of the Spaniard had to wait until he hunted up the management , with whom his relations had worn thin . Bedient found his servant , ordered the ponies , and the two rode up _ Calle Real _ , before one in the afternoon . They passed _ The Pleiad _ bluffs , overlooking the Inlet , where the _ Savonarola _ lay , and on for a mile or more into the solitude . Here Bedient sent forward his servant with both ponies and let himself down the bluff to follow the shore back . The sand was white as paper and hot as fresh ashes .