noon
There was no means of telling whether or not we were over the German border . The boundary line had not been surveyed yet , and on the map the part where we were was set down as `` unexplored , '' although that was scarcely accurate ; the route was well enough known to Greeks and Arabs , and other bad characters bent on smuggling or in some other way defeating the ends of justice . We marched that night until midnight , slept until dawn , and were off again . At noon we reached rising ground , and Kazimoto ran ahead of us to the summit . We saw him standing at gaze for three or four minutes with one hand shading his eyes before he came scampering back , as excited as if his own fortune were in the balance . `` Hooko-chini ! '' he shouted .