noon
They were actual scenes and scents and sounds to him , -- then vanished . It was only natural that his greatest waking terror should stalk through his dreams , two mysteries combined to haunt him . Also it was inevitable that these dreams should eventually link up with the personal equation . Breed slept one day on the crest of a knoll and suddenly it was night instead of noon , and Cripp and Peg were leaping about him in a frenzy , their frothing jaws snapping on the empty air in their madness . He faced them with bared fangs , -- and it was noon once more , but the two old coyotes stood before him in reality , their own noses wrinkled in snarls which answered his menacing actions and warned him off . The same old baffling wave which flooded Breed after each of these recurring dreams engulfed him now . Peg and Cripp were as sane as himself , yet a moment past they had been stricken before his very eyes .