noon
I ca n't stand no more of this ! ' But I was n't goin ' to have Andy treated no sech way as that , fur if it had n't been fur Tom Simmons ' wife an ' young uns , Andy 'd been worth two of him to anybody who was consid ` rin ' savin ' life . But I give the boy a good punch in the ribs to stop his dreamin ' , fur I was as hungry as Tom was , an ' could n't stand no nonsense about Christmas dinners . `` It was a little arter noon when Andy woke up , an ' he went outside to stretch himself . In about a minute he give a yell that made Tom an ' me jump . ` A sail ! ' he hollered .