the noon sun
But he , too , felt the stubborn need to persevere . Here , if the read the signs right , the cat had suddenly crouched and begun to stalk . His shielded eyes strained against the blinding white , up and down the stream , searching for any further sign . But all such effort was defeated by the hard glare of the noon sun . Perhaps if he made his eyes like a quiet pool , in which any movement would be as a pebble dropping into glassy waters ... . Movement . His eyes shifted to the source .