noon
She came back , followed closely by a dusty stranger . The farmer stared at the stranger . The latter surveyed Johnnie pretty coolly , measured him from head to heel , and then took off his hat with a sweeping forward movement of the arm . `` By the look of thee thou art Master Morgan , the yeoman of Blakeney , for whom I have hunted high and low since noon , '' he exclaimed . `` I am Master Morgan , '' replied Johnnie ; `` who art thou ? '' `` Timothy Jeffreys , at your service . I serve the good knight , Sir Walter Raleigh . ''