three o'clock
That 's to take a crack at it . '' `` And I always did like London at this time of the year , '' Freddy Farmer murmured softly with a long sigh . _ Aces Do n't Wait _ As though the gods of good fortune , and Lady Luck , were well informed of what was to take place in the Tobolsk area , and wished to add their bit of help , dull grey clouds began to form in the western sky shortly after noon . And by three o'clock the sun was hidden completely , and shadowy , misty light filled the heavens , and covered the earth like a thin shroud . Hugging the ground under a mass of leafy bushes , Dave Dawson and Freddy Farmer breathed silent prayers of thanks for the helpful change in the weather , and in between prayers asked only that four Nazi airplane mechanics might complete their routine chores , and go elsewhere out of sight . The four Nazi mechanics were no more than sixty yards from where the two boys hugged the damp ground , and they were giving their attention to three Messerschmitt One-Nines , and half a dozen Messerschmitt One-Tens lined up under a wide spread of overhanging tree branches that hid them completely from the air . Just beyond the planes , and to the right , rose a squat , flat-topped hill .