Dave shrugged and made a little gesture with his free hand.
"I'm not sure," he said, "but I think it's something like the way a clay pigeon must feel. You know, hoping the guy with the trap gun will miss? Oh well, this may be just a waste of time."
"Not any more!" Freddy shouted, and pointed to the left. "Look!"
Dave turned his head and felt his heart zoom up to crack against his back teeth. About seven miles off his left wing and hugging the under side of a towering cloud bank, he spotted no