noon
Kitchell dozed in his hammock in the shadow of the mainsheet . Wilbur was below tinkering with his paint-pot about the cabin . The stillness was profound . It was the stillness of the summer sea at high noon . The lookout in the crow 's nest broke the quiet . `` Hy-yah , hy-yah ! '' he cried , leaning from the barrel and calling through an arched palm .