noon
`` Pshaw ! no , it ai n't , no such a thing . '' But they were really going the wrong way . The village bell had rung at noon , as usual , but they were too far off to hear it . It was weary work winding in and out , in and out , among the trees and stumps . With torn clothes , bleeding hands , and tired feet , the poor boys pushed on . `` Of course we 're right , '' said Peter , in a would-be brave tone : `` do n't you remember that stump ? ''