Chapter 85 NOONDAY.

Two angry men-in heat they sever,

And one goes home by a harvest field:-

"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor;

I said and say it, I will not yield!

"As for this wrong, no art can mend it,

The bond is shiver'd that held us twain;

Old friends we be, but law must end it,

Whether for loss or whether for gain.

"Yon strea