noon
Dean Rawson 's lean , muscular hands took Smithy 's broad shoulders and spun the younger man around . `` Cheer up , '' Dean told him . `` We 've got it licked . Why it does n't blow out of that shaft like hell out for noon is more than I can see ; but the heat 's there ! We 've won ! '' `` But -- '' Smithy began . Rawson sent him spinning toward the door in a good-natured showing of strength that his assistant had not yet guessed .