noon
Wild turkeys in a distant tree gobbled , a bald eagle clove the air on swift wing , but the sleepers slept placidly on . Mid-morning and Henry awoke , yawning a little and stretching himself mightily . Then he looked questioningly at Shif ` less Sol who sat in a position of great luxury with his doubled blanket between his back and a tree trunk , and his rifle across his knees . The look of satisfaction that had come there in the morning like a noon glow still overspread his tanned and benevolent countenance . `` Well , Sol ? '' `` Well , Henry ? '' `` What has happened while we slept ? ''