noon
The notion stayed by her , and once in a while she dropped other bits of paper by the way . About noon the trail dropped off into a cañon , with high , yellow-rock walls on either side , and stifling heat , so that she felt as if she could scarcely stand it . She was glad when they emerged once more and climbed to higher ground . The noon camp was a hasty affair , for the Indian seemed in a hurry . He scanned the horizon far and wide and seemed searching keenly for some one or something . Once they met a lonely Indian , and he held a muttered conversation with him , pointing off ahead and gesticulating angrily . But the words were unintelligible to Margaret .