noon
It 's near noon . Horses have to eat and rest once in a while , just the same as human beings . '' The logic of this Hazel could not well deny , since she herself was tired and ravenously hungry . By her watch it was just noon . Bill hobbled out his horses on the grass below the spring , made a fire , and set to work cooking . For the first time the idea of haste seemed to have taken hold of him . He worked silently at the meal getting , fried steaks of venison , and boiled a pot of coffee .