"Expect so. Thought it was a seagoin' flyin' saucer when I saw it comin' through the Narrows."
Scotty munched crab cake appreciatively. "Seen many flying saucers around here?" he asked whimsically.
"A few."
The boys stared.
The man smiled at the reaction. "Didn't expect that? It's true. We see one now and again."
"Really?" Rick asked.
"Sure as geese fly. Don't know that they're really flyin' saucers like we read about in the Washington and Baltimore papers—we get both—but they're somethin' strange. Not natural, anyway."
The boys looked at each other. There was no doubt that the proprietor believed what he was saying. He was as casual as though reporting a catch of fish.
"Seen any recently?" Scotty inquired.
"Two nights ago. Always see 'em about dusk. Real plain, against the sky. Sun hits 'em when they get high enough. They shine, sometimes silver, sometimes red."