noon
That 's yourn if you do n't have no mother about it . Pike away with me , pig widgeon , an ' find your boat , and I pay you this pash at sundown . '' Levin 's credulous eyes shone , and with one reluctant look towards his mother 's cottage he led the way into the country . Little was said as they walked an hour or more towards the west , the stranger apparently brooding upon his indignities , and twice passing around the jug of brandy which Jack Wonnell was made to carry , and before noon they came to a considerable creek , out in which was anchored a small vessel bearing on her stern in illiterate , often inverted , letters the name : _ Ellenora Dennis _ . `` What 's that glibe on yonder ? '' asked Johnson , pointing to the letters . `` That 's his mother 's name , boss , '' Jack Wonnell said , hitching at the stranger 's breeches , `` she 's a widder , an ' purty as a peach . ''