noon
They were of all colors . One had a bill in the shape of a sickle . The most brilliant of them all was the ruby-crested hummingbird . Near noon , while Robinson was shielding himself from the scorching heat of the sun in a deep , shaded glen , he was startled again by the strange voice crying , `` Who , who , who are you ? '' He lay quite still , determined if possible to allow the voice to come , if it would , within sight . He heard it slowly coming up the glen . Each time it repeated the cry it sounded nearer .