about midday
He is a rough boy to play with , is Nunez . '' At sunset the party slept in a small farm , and at daybreak continued their journey . They were now in the heart of the mountains , and their path lay sometimes up deep ravines , sometimes along rocky ledges . At last , about midday , they entered a valley in which stood a small village . `` That 's Nunez 's head-quarters to-day , '' Garcias said ; `` to-morrow he may be no one knows where . '' `` But does he have to sally out by the wretched road by which we have come ? '' Tom asked .