noon
Bud gazed impartially at the water-jar hanging on the gallery , stood on his other leg , and chewed a mesquite-leaf . `` I want this bunch of beeves to go to Zimmerman and Nesbit , '' said Webb , with a frosty light in his blue eyes . `` Nonsense , '' said Santa impatiently . `` You 'd better start on , Bud , so as to noon at the Little Elm water-hole . Tell Barber we 'll have another lot of culls ready in about a month . '' Bud allowed a hesitating eye to steal upward and meet Webb 's . Webb saw apology in his look , and fancied he saw commiseration .