noon
I tried to find a soft place on Old Baldy , one of Frank 's pack horses . He was a horse that would not have raised up at the trumpet of doom . Nothing under the sun , Frank said , bothered Old Baldy but the operation of shoeing . We made the distance to the outpost by noon , and found Frank 's friend a genial and obliging cowboy , who said we could have all the horses we wanted . While Jones and Wallace strutted round the big corral , which was full of vicious , dusty , shaggy horses and mustangs , I sat high on the fence . I heard them talking about points and girth and stride , and a lot of terms that I could not understand . Wallace selected a heavy sorrel , and Jones a big bay ; very like Jim 's .