noon
Joy alone was his true mate , his true love , the real need of his being , and he had never loved her as now . The passion came back upon him like a dammed torrent . His impatience made his mate open his eyes in grave wonder . ` I want to reach Tarrangower before noon to ' morrow , Harry , ' he said . ` Can it be done ? ' ` You could cover the distance in ` bout five hours on a decent horse . But what 's struck you , ole man ? '