noon
why you doggone son of a pirate , it kicks like a shotgun every time it goes off . Weak ! '' We stayed out on our pleasure trip the best part of the day , me layin ' with what used to be my head jammed under the front seat , while my liver chased my stomach up an ' down my backbone , tryin ' to squeeze out a few more crumbs o ' that breakfast . You can believe me or not ; but when noon came that double dyed villain got out the grub an ' began to eat -- even goin ' so far as to ask me to join him . A hog would n't ` a ' done it . We came back ; about five o'clock , an ' by the time we reached the landin ' place I was feelin ' fine . An ' hungry -- Say !