about noon
Did n't you get your one hundred and fifty dollars ? '' `` No . You see , it was a C. O. D. shipment . I wake up along about noon , put my head under the pump , and then look up the trader . He is still playing stud . '' ` Where 's my casket ? ' says I. ` I 've got my dead man , but I do n't collect on him till he 's crated and f. o. b. ' The trader has an ace in the hole and two kings in sight , so he says over his shoulder : '' ` I 'm sorry , old man , but while you was asleep a tenderfoot jumped your coffin . '