noon
My horse loves me like a dog . I am very happy to believe it , Mr. Burleson . '' From the luminous shadow of her sombrero she looked out across the stretch of marsh , where from unseen pools the wild-duck were rising , disturbed by the sound of their approach . And now the snipe began to dart skyward from under their horses ' feet , filling the noon silence with their harsh `` squak ! squak ! '' `` It 's along here somewhere , '' said Burleson , leaning forward in his saddle to scan the swale-grass . A moment later he said , `` Look there , Miss Elliott ! ''