About noon
He said nothing , and in a moment he was gone . I passed the morning idly enough , yet thinking , too , very much about my friend . I was anxiously hoping that the telegram from Winnipeg would come . About noon it came . It was not known quite in what part of the North-west , Madras -LRB- under his new name -RRB- was , for the corps of mounted police had been changed about recently . My letter had , however , been forwarded into the wilds . I saw no immediate way but to go to Mrs. Falchion and make a bold bid for his peace .