noon
Jetta 's voice , and De Boer 's , and , mingled with them , the babble of the still hilarious bandits in the center of the cave . But there were only a few left now ; most of them had fallen into heavy slumber . I had been asleep for several hours , I figured . The daylight shadows outside the cave entrance showed that it was at least noon . I lay listening to the voices which had awakened me . De Boer was saying : `` But why , Jetta , should I bother with your ideas ? I know what is best .