noon
I 'm sick of dry camps , and so is Baby Buntin ' . '' '' _ ` Oh , there was a frog lived in the spring ! ' _ '' chanted Kit derisively . `` Cheer up , Cap , the worst is yet to come , for I 've an idea that the gang of Mexican vaqueros we glimpsed from the butte at noon will just about muss up the water hole in Yaqui cañon until it will be us for a sleep there before the fluid is fit for a water bottle . _ ` Oh , there was a frog lived in the spring ! ' _ Buntin ' Baby , we 'll fish the frog out , and let you wallow in it instead , you game little dusty rat ! Say , Pike , when we load up with grub again we 'll keep further west to the Cerrado Pintado .