noon
He never hesitates at anything . His name is Cyclone ! ' '' `` I trust it has nothing to do with his disposition , '' interrupted Mrs. Winthrop . '' ` At noon we were in a perfect wilderness of huge trees , great jagged rocks , and thickets almost as bad as the one Theseus went through to reach Ariadne . William insisted on building a tiny fire to cook bacon , so we rustled some dry sticks and made a little one on a flat rock . I never in all my life tasted anything so good as that bacon and Hannah 's sandwiches and some ice-cold water from a little creek that was tearing down the mountain-side . '' ` Dick said as we rested for a moment that it would take us fifteen minutes to reach the first trap from that spot .