noon
Here was the most promising pupil who had ever sat at his feet for instruction ; and now they redoubled their caution , as their soundless bodies slipped through the undergrowth . Everywhere they looked for the trail of that wild turkey . It may be said that a turkey can and does fly in the air and leaves no trail , but Henry knew that the one for which they looked might leave no trail , but it did not fly in the air . Time passed ; noon and part of the afternoon were gone , and they were still curving in a great circle about the camp , when Ross , suddenly stopped beside a little brook , or branch , as he and his comrades always called them , and pointed to the soft soil at the edge of the water . Henry followed the long finger and saw the outline of a footstep . `` Our turkey has passed here . '' The guide nodded .