noon
Stripping off his bright doublet , M. Radisson hung it from a tree to attract the fort 's notice . Then he posted us in ambuscade with orders to capture whatever came . But nothing came . And when the fort guns boomed out the noon hour M. Radisson sprang up all impatience . `` I 'll wait no man 's time , '' he vowed . `` Losing time is losing the game ! Launch out ! ''