noon
The only halts were for a moment now and again to note the location of traps as they passed , which Bob with his keen memory of the woods could easily find again when he returned to set them . Once they came upon some ptarmigans , white as the snow upon which they stood . Their `` grub bag '' received several of the birds , which were very tame and easily shot . A hurried march brought them to the first tilt at noon , where they had dinner , and that night , shortly after dark , they reached the second tilt , thirty miles from their starting point . At midday on Thursday they came to the end of the trail . When they had had dinner of fried ptarmigan and tea , Bill announced : `` I 'll be leavin ' ye now , Bob . In two weeks from Friday we 'll be meetin ' in th ' river tilt . ''