noon
So Rodriguez would hear no more of Morano 's request ; and soon he left the fire and went to lie down ; but Morano sighed and sat gazing on into the embers unhappily ; while thoughts plodded slow through his mind , leading to nothing . Late that night he threw fresh logs on the camp-fire , so that when they awoke there was still fire in the embers And when they had eaten their breakfast Rodriguez said farewell to Morano , saying that he had business in Lowlight that might keep him a few days . But Morano said not farewell then , for he would follow his master as far as the midday halt to cook his next meal . And when noon came they were beyond the forest . Once more Morano cooked bacon . Then while Rodriguez slept Morano took his cloak and did all that could be done by brushing and smoothing to give back to it that air that it some time had , before it had flapped upon so many winds and wrapped Rodriguez on such various beds , and met the vicissitudes that make this story . For the plume he could do little .