About midday
But the memory of his former success with the same weapon was strong upon him , and perseverance , as we have said , was rampant . On the whole , the fusillade that he kept up was considerable , much to the amusement of Barret -LRB- before meeting Mrs Moss ! -RRB- , who rightly guessed the cause of all the noise . About midday , like Barret , he prepared to comfort himself with lunch , and , unlike our unfortunate hero , he enjoyed it in comfort , sitting on a green patch or terrace , high up near the summit of the cliffs , and a full mile distant from the spot where the peculiar meeting took place . Like a giant refreshed MacRummle rose from lunch , a good deal more like Bacchus , and much less like Nimrod . A rabbit had been watching him from the cliff above nearly all the time he was eating . It moved quietly into its burrow when he rose , though there was no occasion to do so , because , although within easy rifle shot , MacRummle did not see it .