noon
He was numb with fear . Remotely he recalled that somehow he had been expecting this to be a decisive day in his history but it was only a fleeting memory . Every sense that he possessed was concentrated on finding Felicia . At noon , he ate and drank something , then lay down in the shade of a canyon to sleep for an hour or so , with Peter standing like a little gray bodyguard beside him . At three he was plodding on his way again , around cactus thicket , up and down washouts , over rockheaps , talking to Peter when the silence became unendurable , or his voice refused to rise longer with Felicia 's name . He could with difficulty urge his body on through the burning heat . What then of a tender little girl ?