midday
I 'll do it ! '' she whispered . The outlaw turned slowly away with the most abstract air , confounded amid his shrewd acting , and he did not collect himself until half-way back to his comrades . Then , beginning to hum an old darky tune , he stirred up and replenished the fire , and set about preparation for the midday meal . But he did not miss anything going on around him . He saw the girl go into her shelter and come out with her hair all down over her face . Wilson , back to his comrades , grinned his glee , and he wagged his head as if he thought the situation was developing .