about noon
That Jew horse-trader , Bergstein , told us , but there war n't nobody that seen ye , that was sure it was you . ' '' ` They lied then , ' said Bob , ` for there was more 'n a dozen in the village that day that knowed me and war n't mistook ` bout who I was . As to that red-nosed Jew , Bergstein , he 'll quit talkin ' ` bout me and everythin ' else if I kin ever draw a bead on him . ' `` Then Bob began to tell us how he walked into the big hotel at Saranac about noon and flung a hind-quarter of venison on the counter in front of the clerk and said : ` What I come for is a decent meal ; I ai n't got no money , but I guess that 'll pay for it . ' The clerk got white around the gills , but he did n't say anything ; he just took the venison and showed Bob into the big dining hall . Bob says they gave him the meal , and he kept eating everything around him with his Winchester across his knees . There was n't a soul that spoke to him except the hired girl that waited on him , although the dining room was crowded with summer boarders . ''