Twenty minutes past noon
On the first page was news that was worth many times three cents . It read : `` Weather : Fair today and tomorrow ; southwesterly winds . '' There was nothing to do now but wait for dinner . Twenty minutes past noon he had his arms through the straps of the haversack and was on his way to headquarters . The troop had already assembled . The scouts were feverish . It still lacked fifteen minutes of one o'clock when Mr. Wall appeared .