noon
Travellers disgorged into an open space , a howling wilderness of idle men . All work but race-work at a stand-still ; all men at a stand-still . ` Ey my word ! Deant ask noon o ' us to help wi ' t ' luggage . Bock your opinion loike a mon. . Coom ! Dang it , coom , t ' harses and Joon Scott ! '