noon
None pause . None clamor but for speed -- more speed ! And yet -- there was a sweetness in the olden ways . `` And since , my Lords , in olden days -- '' Trotters , fed on chopped raw meat by advice of Tess , and brushed by Bimbu for an hour to get the stiffness out of him , was sent off in the noon heat with a double message for his master , one addressed to Samson , one to Dick Blaine , and both wrapped in the same chewed leather cover , that the dog might understand . The mongrel in him made him more immune to heat than a thoroughbred would have been . In any case , he showed nothing but eagerness to get back to Tom Tripe , and , settling the package comfortably in his jaws , was off without ceremony at a steady canter . `` If all my friends were like that one , '' said Yasmini , `` I would be empress of the earth , not queen of a little part of Rajputana !