the October noon
He made out a mass of rock covered with autumn-hued trees to the left , then a like rock to the right . `` West and East Rock -- New Haven ! '' he cried . The city mapped itself before him like square building-blocks on a dark carpet , with railroad and trolley tracks like flashing spider-webs under the October noon . So he had arrived , then -- and he had not caught Tad Warren . He was furious . He circled the city , looking for the Green , where -LRB- in this day before the Aero Club of America battled against over-city flying -RRB- he was to land .