noon
The road is rather less breakneck just here . '' A flick of the whip sent Yorick forward at a bound ; and Garth -- stifling unheroic qualms -- could not choose but follow her daring lead . Throughout the remaining eight miles neither her tongue nor her spirit flagged ; and for the man at least the journey 's end came too soon . It was a transformed Kajiar that basked in the full glory of noon , as they emerged from the forest , and drew rein on the high ground behind the little wooden rest-house , to enjoy a few moments ' survey of the brilliant scene . At the far end , around the Rajah 's private chalet , the native camp was fast springing into life . While , down in the northern hollow , where white tents clustered thickest , lay the big general camp ; the core of all things social and frivolous . Hurdles , water jumps , and a long tent pavilion had changed the centre of the glade into a racecourse , where subalterns , undaunted by a blazing sun , were practising ponies for forthcoming gymkhanas .