nearly noon
I reckon there ai n't any place for me . The whole country 's about wired in . '' Timber City , since abandoned to the bats and the coyotes , but then in her glory , consisted of two stores , five saloons , a half-dozen less reputable places of entertainment , a steepleless board church , a schoolhouse , also of boards , a hotel , a post office , a feed stable , fifty or more board shacks of miners , and a few flimsy buildings at the mouths of shafts . It was nearly noon when the three drew up before the hotel . `` Will you dine with us in an hour ? '' asked Endicott . The Texan nodded .