noon
The people were scattering , and he walked slowly down the street . The sun was low , but he thought not of home or where he should spend the night . It was now the third day after his arrest . Since noon he had been looking for Darrel , but the tinker 's door had been locked for days , according to the carpenter who was at work below . For an hour Trove walked , passing up and down before that familiar stairway , in the hope of seeing his friend . Daylight was dim when the tinker stopped by the stairs and began to feel for his key . The young man was quickly at the side of Darrel .