Noon
They 're all minin ' folk . Guess they 'll be yearning for a big game . '' `` When 'll you git back ? '' `` Noon , day after to-morrow , maybe . '' Bill had turned away , and was abstractedly contemplating the strangers . Suddenly he turned again , and his steely eyes fixed themselves on the troubled Minky . `` Say , things is gettin ' on your nerves .