noon
During his odd moments Ralph threw several fishing-lines over , and the catching of a mess of fish served to occupy his thoughts to a considerable extent . Pickley watched him fish for a while , but did not offer to resume the conversation . But he kept a close tally of every cent taken in as toll . At noon Bob Sanderson brought over Ralph 's lunch . `` Well , I 'm lucky anyway , '' he said . `` I 've got a job at building hot-bed frames for Mr. Ford that will give me steady work for nigh onto three weeks at good pay . '' `` I am glad to hear it , '' replied Ralph , with a smile .