noon
`` Faith , '' said Polly Ann , looking at me comically , `` he may be many things , but I 'll warrant he 'll never be that . '' I have often thought since that young Mr. Clark showed much of the wisdom of the famous king of Israel on that day . Polly Ann cooked a piece of a deer which one of the woodsmen had with him , and the quarrel died of itself when we sat down to this and the johnny-cake . By noon we had taken up the trace for Harrodstown , marching with scouts ahead and behind . Mr. Clark walked mostly alone , seemingly wrapped in thought . At times he had short talks with different men , oftenest -- I noted with pride -- with Tom McChesney . And more than once when he halted he called me to him , my answers to his questions seeming to amuse him .