The boys drove to Fremont Street, past the incredible gambling halls with their elaborate signs and miles of neon tubing.
Scotty remarked, "I guess you and that deputy sheriff were right. It takes an awful lot of lost money to keep all these places going."
Tiring of the neon wilderness they turned north on Main Street and headed out toward Nellis Air Force Base. For a brief stretch the neon glow faded, then resumed again as they reached North Las Vegas.
Suddenly Scotty pointed. "Hey! We're on another planet."
Rick stared. Towering into the sky was a huge, illuminated figure clad in a spacesuit. The transparent helmet glowed red, then blue, green, yellow, and finally red again. In one colossal hand was a supermodern pistol. Colored flame spurted from the muzzle.
Rick laughed as he noticed another figure in front of the establishment. "Look! He's got a pup."
Acting as a doorman was another figure, human size, clad in a similar getup.
Across the building which served as a base for the giant spaceman was a glowing sign:
THE SPACEMAN CASINO
"What say we drop in?" Scotty suggested.