noon
Never would he go back to live in the same house with that drunken fellow . If Henry Hill had realized the effect his life was having on his children even he would have considered . Now that Austin had cut his last shore-line , had crossed the bridge away from home , he began to plan for himself . It was now past noon , and he was both hungry and cold . When he thought of his penniless condition a chill of apprehension came over him , for he had no mind to beg . He continued his search for work on this side the river , but with as little success . Though he could hardly have told why , he had kept on toward the railroad , and was approaching it where a small station stood .