noon
`` Why , curl my cowlick ! '' he exclaimed aloud . `` That 's it -- he was BORN lonely ! '' * * * * * Terry rode into Dalag at noon and found the doctor even redder and hotter than usual . The perspiration glistened on his hands and wrists , dripped from his fat face and neck , and his once-starched clothes hung limp from his rolypoly frame . Worn with loss of sleep and fruitless efforts to bring the frightened Bogobos to reason , he welcomed Terry weariedly to the little hut that had been sat aside for his use . Terry took command , so quietly that the doctor did not realize it .