"Who-all fixed it up that way?"
"The railways," Ross answered, "but the various states have O.K.ed it. You've got to arrange the setting of time in some definite way for the handling of railroads and telegraphs and things of that sort. It seems funny, Dan'l, but if you send a telegram here to a friend in San Francisco, he'll get it, according to his watch, nearly two hours before you sent it."
Ross stooped down as he spoke, and again measured the shadow of the pole, as it lay stretched out like a black line across the grass.
"It's just the same!" he cried. "It's noon now!"
Anton promptly set his watch right by the sun.
"There's Mr. Levin coming," he announced, "let's show him that his watch is wrong. He's always so exact."
The boys came up to him, but before they could put their question, the Weather Man spoke.
"Well, boys," he said, "what are you after? Putting up a flag-pole? It's a little short, isn't it?"
"No, Mr. Levin," Anton answered, "that isn't a flag-pole, it's a new clock, and one that's always right!"
"How have you been making it?" the Forecaster asked, immediately interested.