He shielded his eyes with his free hand.

The sun beat heavily on his head.

Sometimes he thought he heard a rustle in the wild oats, and he cried out for help, but he afterward concluded the sound had been made by the wind or by some lizard.
Gradually the shade began to lengthen in the adobe.

Jo looked wistfully at the shadow of the wall as it stretched a little farther toward him, and he sighed with relief when at length the sun that had made his head so hot was guarded from his face by the shadow that reached him.

He had lain here a number of hours, and now, as he began to think about evening, he wondered what his father and mother would do when he did not come home.