Noon
I was turning away when Noon suddenly cried out in his natural voice , `` There IS Berlyng . '' I turned and saw one of my men , Swearney , carrying in a gunner . It might be Berlyng , for the uniform was that of a captain , but I could not see his face . Noon , however , seemed to recognize him . I showed Swearney where to lay his man , close to me alongside Noon , who at that moment required all my attention , for he had fainted . In a moment Noon recovered , despite the heat , which was tremendous . He lay quite still looking up at the patches of blue sky between the dark motionless tops of the pine trees .