"'Where's Cleaver?'" explained Hank. "Oh, it wasn't very clear. He was all excited. But that's what he meant, I reckon."
I swallowed hard and wished the goose pimples would get off my hide.
"You mean," I said, "he's coming back out of future time to talk to you?"
"Seems as if. More like, he'll want to take me with him," Hank said calmly.
"What! But, Hank, that would be awful! You mustn't allow anything like that—"
Hank said bluntly, "You want I should find out where Helen's old man is, don't you? And them two puffessors? Way I figger, Jim, there must be somethin' awful drastic goin' on there in the future. Somethin' so bad, it's got 'em all upset an' they're back-draggin' the past for me. By accident, they musta got Hallowell an' Tomkins an' Helen's pop. I've got to get over there an' find out what's the trouble—Here it is!"
For an instant there had flickered again that ray of light. Hank warned hastily,
"You two stand back out o' the way! Keep calm an' don't worry. I'll be back directly."
He stepped into the middle of the room as the bright, golden light suddenly flamed anew. He lifted his voice.