noon
I am glad our lives ran on together for so many years . The cañons deepened and the whole region was bewildering , but still we struggled on , lost men searching for lost men . The sun blazed hotly , and the soft yellow bluffs of bone-dry earth reached down to the dry beds of one-time streams . High noon , and still no food , no water , and no lost men discovered . We had pushed out to a little opening , ridged in on either side by high , brown bluffs , when a whoop came from the head of the line . `` Yonder they are ! Yonder they are ! ''