noon
Houston gave a slight cough that attracted Van Dorn 's attention ; he turned , and seeing Houston , his face brightened , and he was about to spring forward to greet him , when the latter , with a quick motion of his hand , gave him the signal of their old college days , its equivalent in the western vernacular being , `` Do n't give me away , '' at the same time putting his finger on his lips . A look of intense surprise flashed across Van Dorn 's face , but he grasped the situation at once , and silently giving the return signal , he turned and walked in the opposite direction with the most nonchalant manner imaginable , and Houston knew that his secret was safe . A few moments afterward , `` Mr. Houston , our private secretary , '' was introduced to the entire party , and a hearty grip from Van Dorn 's hand , which Houston returned with interest , was the only sign of mutual recognition . `` Well friends , '' said Mr. Blaisdell , blandly , having looked at his watch , `` it is now so near noon , that when we have allowed Mr. Winters ample time for rest , we had better proceed to the house and have our dinner , before going to the mines . '' `` If you dine at noon , '' replied Mr. Winters , in a very genial , yet dignified manner , `` there is scarcely time for a very extended exploration , but do n't discommode yourselves in the least , gentlemen , on account of my age and feebleness . I have always enjoyed perfect health , and notwithstanding my gray hairs , I do n't believe I am much older than my friend , here , Mr. Blaisdell . '' `` Not older than I am , sir ! ''