noon
At last , I told them we must to our hammocks ; and soon our bloody band was deep in sleep . At least , so much might have been said for Lafitte and L'Olonnois . Alone of the band of sea rovers myself , Black Bart , sat musing by the fire , the head of my friend , Partial , in my lap . Our band of hardy adventurers arose with the sun on the morning following our first night in bivouac , and by noon of that day , thanks , perhaps , in some measure to my own work at the oars , and a sail which we rigged from a corner of the tent , we had passed into and through the lake which our map had showed us . Now we were below the edge of the pine woods , and our stream ran more sluggishly , between banks of cattails or of waving marsh grasses . We put out a trolling line , and took a bass or so ; and once Lafitte , firing chance-medley into a passing flock of plover , knocked down a half-dozen , so that we bade fair to have enough for dinner that night . It was all a new world for us .