For the umpty-umph time Dawson checked his position and made absolutely sure that he was where he was supposed to be. And for the umpty-umph time countless fears shot through his brain to taunt him and jeer at him. “Cut it out, fellow, cut it out!” he rasped aloud at himself. “This is a fine time for you to go haywire! You simply got here ahead of time. Your watch tells you that, sap. Freddy was held up, that’s all. Maybe he ran into a bit of weather, or something. Maybeβ”Or something? But just exactly what? That was the question. Freddy Farmer could fly through the toughest weather made. It was something else, not weather. But what? Why wasn’t Freddy Farmer here?