noon
Laying aside his blanket and his shoes , Cavanagh crept into the snug little camp-bed . `` Ah , '' he breathed , with a delicious sense of relief , `` I feel as if I could sleep a week ! '' And in an instant his eyes closed in slumber so profound that it was barren even of dreams . When he awoke it was noon , and Swenson , the guard , was standing over him . `` I 'm sorry , but it 's time to be moving , '' he said ; `` it 's a long ride over there . '' `` What time is it ? '' inquired Cavanagh , with some bewilderment .