noon
Not while I was watchin ' . The rock was n't gettin ' a bit softer , either . Once a bluejay balanced himself on a nearby bush and after lookin ' me over curious screeched himself hoarse tryin ' to say what he thought of a city guy who did n't know enough to get in the shade . It got to be noon . Still no Barry Crane . I was just wonderin ' when that trolley car was due for a return trip and was workin ' up a few cuttin ' remarks to hand Vee when I got her on the long distance , when I hears something approachin ' from down the road . First off I thought it might be one of these hay mowers runnin ' wild , but pretty soon out of a cloud of dust jumps a little roadster .