noon
Before dawn , they left for Tepatitlan . Their silhouettes wavered indistinctly over the road and the fields that bordered it , rising and falling with the monotonous , rhythmical gait of their horses , then faded away in the nacreous light of the swooning moon that bathed the valley . Dogs barked in the distance . `` By noon we 'll reach Tepatitlan , Cuquio tomorrow , and then ... on to the sierra ! '' Demetrio said . `` Do n't you think it advisable to go to Aguascalientes first , General ? '' Luis Cervantes asked .