noon
Still we kept up our fierce gait . Would our leader never come to his destination ? By what roundabout route was he guiding us ? The sun climbed up in the blue sky , the heat quivered ; it was noon . We panted as we pelted on , parched and weary , faint and footsore . The excitement of the stampede had sustained us , and we scarcely had noted the flight of time . We had been walking for fourteen hours , yet not a man faltered .