noon
they are no farther from me than before . I must have really followed them that day . They go on and get into the creek , and climb with difficulty the farther bank , and rest . Again they start -- they reach a stubble field ; I see some straw stacks ; the strange man kneels by one of the stacks and works a hollow ; he tells Willis to lie down ; then he speaks to Willis again , and I can hear every word he says : he tells Willis to go to sleep ; that he will try to get help ; that if he does not return by noon to-morrow , Willis must look out for himself -- maybe he 'd better surrender . And Willis says , `` God bless you , Jones . '' And now I have the man 's name , Jones -- a name common enough . I must hunt this Jones down -- where have I known a Jones ?