noon
This remarkable state of mind lasted until Spillbeans began to trot , and then another day of misery beckoned to Carley with gray stretches of distance . She was to learn that misery , as well as bliss , can swallow up the hours . She saw the monotony of cedar trees , but with blurred eyes ; she saw the ground clearly enough , for she was always looking down , hoping for sandy places or rocky places where her mustang could not trot . At noon the cavalcade ahead halted near a cabin and corral , which turned out to be a sheep ranch belonging to Hutter . Here Glenn was so busy that he had no time to devote to Carley . And Flo , who was more at home on a horse than on the ground , rode around everywhere with the men . Most assuredly Carley could not pass by the chance to get off Spillbeans and to walk a little .