midday
There 's been neither rain nor high wind -- it will be fresh as dew ; and if ever hound -- Ha ! where 's Cibolo ? '' `` At my house , the dog is . He was lost , this morning ; we thought he had been killed or carried off ; but at midday my people found him by the rancho here , covered with mud , and bleeding where he had received the prick of a spear . We think the Indians must have taken him along , and that he escaped from them on the road . '' `` It is strange enough -- Oh ! my poor Rosita !