noon, daylight
The Kentuckian swung around and walked to the one small , barred window through which he could see the sun . He walked blindly , trying not to hear those spurred boots moving out of the door ... going away ... Three good strides one way , four another to measure the cell . Morning sun , gone by noon , daylight outside the window becoming dusk in turn . They fed him army rations , delivered under guard . And the guard never spoke . There was no use asking questions , and Drew had none left to ask , anyway .