noon
`` It 's Ojibway , '' induced Sam , over his shoulder , `` but the man who made it has lived among the Crees . That fits Jingoss . Dick , it 's the man we 're after ! '' It was by now almost noon . They boiled tea at the old camp site , and tightened their belts for a stern chase . That afternoon the head wind opposed them , exasperating , tireless in its resistance , never lulling for a single instant . At the moment it seemed more than could be borne .