“Tell us about it,” he said.
“Yes,” said Jack. “I heard what you told Bob, but not having the glasses I couldn’t see. At first, when you punched me, besides, I was thinking over that business of the strange interference with our radio and wondering what it could be. So I didn’t get to see. I suppose you were trying to point out this other plane to me then?”
Frank nodded.
“Yes,” he said, “it was just a tiny speck at that 15 time, but I could see it with the naked eye. However, it disappeared immediately afterwards.”
“Well, what made you believe the other plane was watching us?” inquired Bob.
Frank laughed in half-embarrassed fashion.
“Oh, one of my hunches,” he said.
His two chums grinned understandingly at each other. It was a recognized fact among them that Frank was super-sensitive and frequently, as a result, received sharp impressions concerning people and events which were unsupported by evidence at the time, but which later proved to be correct. Frank was the slightest of the trio, of only medium height but wiry build, while Bob and Jack both were six feet tall and Bob, besides, had a broad and powerful frame.
“Seeing spooks again?” chaffed Bob.
Immediately, they became more serious as Frank, ignoring the banter, leaned forward and made his proposal: