noon
It 's the only life fer me , too . If I had to sit in an office all day , or around a hotel where I had to wear one of them biled shirts and a coat cut like a tack puller , I 'd die , believe me ! I 'd rather wear a gray shirt , an ' eat off a tin plate , any day ! '' By noon they came to a little mountain stream of the freshest and purest of water and there they went into temporary camp . A tiny blaze was kindled , and they made some coffee , which they drank while eating some sandwiches Dick Logan had put up for them . `` See that ridge ? '' asked Tom Dillon , just before they were ready to start again , and he pointed to an elevation to the northwest .