noon
I can stand the pain better than seein ' you fixin ' me ! '' and a hot tear stole down the blanched , hardened face . But still Job stayed , as the delirium came back and the fever fought with the doctor for the mastery . Only when the danger line seemed past , and the noon bell was striking , Job passed out of the old shanty , up the street by the crowds of men going to the noon shift , heard the roar of the machinery , staggered in at the office door and fell across the hard floor . They were harvesting the August hay on the Pine Tree Ranch before Job left his invalid chair on the rose-covered porch and mounted Bess for a dash down to the mill with some of his old-time vigor . She stood in the cabin door , where the morning sunlight stole through the branches and vines and played around her head . Against the well-worn post of this plain , unpainted old hut she leaned with a far-away look in her eyes .