noon
`` More snow , '' sighed Leslie , looking over the silent , white sheeted valley with homesick eyes . `` Und den more , '' added Weimer complacently . `` More und more till June . '' That noon it chanced that Weimer , being afflicted with a headache , left the tunnel early . A little later , Ross , pushing the little car out to the dump , called back to Leslie at work with the drill : `` Guess I 'll go down and rustle the grub for Uncle Jake . That headache of his is genuine . '' `` All right , '' assented Leslie , `` I 'll be down in half an hour or so .