noon
The wedges removed , the needle settled ; and Jack , adjusting the sights of his compass to a north-and-south line , got Mr. Wiggett to mark its bearings for him , with a chalk pencil , on the floor of the open doorway . `` All creation ! '' shrieked the woman , suddenly making a pounce at the kneeling old man ; `` we do n't want a noon-mark thar , cl ` ar away from the jamb , ye fool ! We want it whur the shadder o ' the jamb 'll hit it plumb at noon . '' The old man looked up from his position on `` all-fours , '' and parried her attack with his lifted hand . `` Ye mout wait a minute ! '' he said ; `` then you 'll see if me an ' this yer youngster 's both fools .