about eight o'clock
Early next day the travelers and their guides reached the rebel outposts . The young lady , who seemed to be at home in this wild country , at once urged her horse into a pace wholly beyond the equestrian powers of her staid companions . They protested vainly . She waved a farewell hand , cantered over several miles of a rough road , and dashed up to the Liberationist headquarters about eight o'clock . There was no hesitancy about her movements . She drew rein in approved Gaucho style , bringing her mount to a dead stop from a gallop . `` Where is the President ? ''