noon
`` The hillmen an ' their women an ' the shiny hill kids give wide berth in passin ' , an ' make low salaams to the grave o ' the terrible fightin ' _ sahib _ that put the fear o ' God in the heart o ' the wild Boh . An ' it 's as Captain Fronte would wished -- Oi know 'd um well . `` But , as Oi was sayin ' , the whiles Miss Fanny was tryin ' -- by nine times six is forty-seven an ' traject ` ry an ' muzzle v ` locity an ' fours right an ' holler squares -- to wish the Boh offen the hilltop so he could march us through the pass accordin ' to Hoyle , Fronte McKim was off ahead among the rocks , layin ' on his belly behint a ant-hill studyin ' the hillside through his spyglass . `` Well , ` long ` bout noon he come gallopin ' up , wi ' his big black horse all a lather , to where we was layin ' in the scrub cursin ' the flies an ' the department an ' the outbreaks o ' Bohs . '' ` Come on , boys ! ' he hollers , wi ' the glitter in his eye ; ` Oi found the way ! All together now , an ' we 'll see the top o ' yon hill or we 'll see hell this day ! '