noon
When daylight broadened Wentworth landed upon a sandy point and ate breakfast . Upon another point , a mile to the rear , Alex Thumb lay on his belly and chewed jerked meat as his smouldering black eyes regarded gloatingly the man in the distance . Gods Lake is nearly fifty miles in its north and south reach , and all day Wentworth paddled southward , holding well to the western shore . At noon he rested for an hour and ate luncheon , his eyes now and then scanning the back reach of the lake . But he saw nothing , and from an aspen thicket scarce half a mile away Alex Thumb watched in silence . As the afternoon wore to a closer the half-breed drew nearer . The shadows of the bordering balsams were long on the water when Wentworth first caught sight of the pursuing canoe .