noon
Wonderful eyes , too , the little thing had -- deep and dark -- and how the flame did dart from them when she got angry ! He smiled , remembering -- he liked that . And her hair -- it was exactly like the gold-bronze on the wing of a wild turkey that he had shot the day before . Well , it was noon now , the fish had stopped biting after the wayward fashion of bass , he was hungry and thirsty and he would go up and see the little girl and the giant again and get that promised dram . Once more , however , he let his minnow float down into the shadow of a big rock , and while he was winding in , he looked up to see in the road two people on a gray horse , a man with a woman behind him -- both old and spectacled -- all three motionless on the bank and looking at him : and he wondered if all three had stopped to ask his name and his business . No , they had just come down to the creek and both they must know already . `` Ketching any ? ''