two hours after noon
One ca n't go to sleep in the daytime , but one can rest one 's legs ; '' and as I said this pettishly I knew it was not true , for Pomp 's heavy breathing came plainly through the canvas to prove how thoroughly I was in the wrong . So giving up all idea of going to sleep , I lay there on my back , looking up at the fabric of the canvas , through which every now and then there was a faint ray of sunshine so fine that a needle-point would have been large in comparison . Then I began to think about my father , and what a deal of care and anxiety he seemed to have ; how sad he generally was ; and I set his grave manner down to the real cause -- my mother 's death . Then I began to think of how hot it was , and that as near as I could guess it must be two hours after noon . Then about how pleasant it would be to begin rebuilding our house , and how long it would take , and about Hannibal and Pomp , and what a gentleman the former seemed to be by nature in his stern , quiet way ; always willing to do anything for us , and watching me whenever he saw me , to know if there was anything I wanted ; and so big , and strong , and brave . Then I thought of our terrible experience under the great cypress tree , and at one time it was very horrible , but directly after not at all so . `` It seems very terrible to kill any one , but Han knew that if he did not kill them they would kill us , and I do believe he would sooner be killed himself than let any one hurt either father or me .