noon
Fill the canteens ; it 's high time we were in the saddle . Of course , that means the parting tussle between Quince and the wrangler . It would be a shame to deny those lads anything so enjoyable -- they remind me so much of mule colts and half-grown dogs . Now , cut in and worry each other a spell , because you 'll be separated until noon . Fly at it , or we mount . '' The two addressed never cast a glance at each other , but as the men swung into their saddles , the horse wrangler , with the agility of a tiger , caught his bunkie in the act of mounting , dragging him to the ground , when the expected scuffle ensued . The outfit had barely time to turn their horses , to witness the contest , when the two crashed against the wagon wheel and Forrest 's pistol was discharged .