They looked almost guiltily at each other. "Nobody'll believe us," Fred said.
"Why not?" Alice said. "It's here, isn't it?"
Fred stopped and thought. "Who knows how long it'll stay?"
They looked at each other again. Then Alice said slowly, "If we went back and got the camera—"
Swiftly, they made their way back toward the hotel through the quiet forest. When they got there, they found Mr. Mason, the manager of the hotel, adjusting the badminton net in front of the main porch. Mr. Mason loosed a ready smile. "How's everything?" he said. "Find enough to do?"
"Yes, thank you," Fred said to him. "We were just walking through the woods. We came back for our camera. Then we're off again."
Mr. Mason nodded. "Find the saucer?"
Fred looked at him. "You mean the flying saucer?"
The manager nodded again. "I see you did find it. Good. Take a picture of it, by all means. I've already taken a whole batch myself."