noon
Yan did not know that he had stumbled on a secret of the Indian medicine bag . But ever afterward that wonderful day was called back to him , conjured up by his `` medicine , '' this simple , natural magic , the smell of the Wintergreen . He appreciated that morning more than he could tell , and yet he did a characteristic foolish thing , that put him in a wrong light and left him so in the stranger 's mind . It was past noon . They had long lingered ; the Stranger spoke of the many things he had at home ; then at length said he must be going . `` Weel , good-by , laddie ; Ah hope Ah 'll see you again . '' He held out his hand .