noon
Another whirred away like a shot . Jack fired , but missed it . We started on , leaving the pony tossing her head and stamping her feet in a great passion on account of the report of the gun ; but when she saw that we paid no attention to her and were rapidly going out of sight she turned , after taking a long look back at distant Prairie Flower , and came trotting along the road , with her stirrups dangling at her sides , and soon was following close behind . Before we realized it the chronometer showed that it was almost noon . By this time we had left the sea of sunflowers and crept over the wrinkle at the western edge of the valley , and were off across the rolling prairie itself . Still Snoozer never stirred . `` I wonder when he 'll wake up ? ''