noon
When the sun had got well started down the western sky perhaps there might be a little more life in the air . Besides , they were in no hurry ; so what was the use of exerting themselves unduly ? `` I hope it is n't going to storm ! '' suggested Carl , as they sprawled under the shady tree where they had halted for the noon rest , each youth in as comfortable an attitude as he could assume . `` Oh , is there any chance of a terrible storm dropping down on us , do you think ? '' asked Horace Crapsey , looking troubled ; for although none of the others knew it , the crash of the thunder and the play of lightning had struck terror to his soul ever since the time he had been knocked down , when a tree near his house was shattered by a bolt from the clouds . `` Not that you can see right now , '' Josh informed him , a little contemptuously ; with a strong boy 's feeling toward one who shows signs of being afraid ; `` but when it 's summer time and when , in the bargain , a day has been as hot as this one , you never can tell . ''