Noon
Things are so seldom put right that it is wise to facilitate such intentions . But it appeared obvious that what Noon had to say could only be said to Berlyng . They had , it subsequently transpired , not been on speaking terms for some months . I was turning away when Noon suddenly cried out in his natural voice , `` There IS Berlyng . '' I turned and saw one of my men , Swearney , carrying in a gunner . It might be Berlyng , for the uniform was that of a captain , but I could not see his face . Noon , however , seemed to recognize him .