noon
`` The shootin ' an ' racket you-alls are doin ' air drivin ' the ` gators away . You-alls have got to move . This is our huntin ' ground . For sake of that tobacco , which comes mighty handy , we 'll give you-alls 'till to-morrow noon to move peaceable afore we comes down on you , hands and feet . '' `` How 's that for gall ? '' demanded the captain , his wrath increasing , but Charley silenced him with a shake of his head and turned to the impassive redskin . `` Tell your leader , that we are figuring on making a move to-morrow , '' he said , courteously .