“Did you see them, Clay?” asked Alex, scornfully.
“Yes,” replied Clay, “I did, and they were actually floating directly on the surface of the river.”
“Why can’t I see them, then?” demanded Alex from his position on the gunwale.
“Because,” laughed Jule, “it is only the eye of the believer that sees. Clay believed, and he saw.”
“Honest, Clay?” asked Case.
“Yes, I saw three blue lights down to the level of the river,” answered Clay, “and I saw something more. You-all heard the explosion?” he asked. “Well, when that explosion came, there was a puff of smoke and the lights went out in a second.”
“Wasn’t there any one in sight?” asked Alex.
“No one in sight!” replied Clay.
“No boat, or anything of that kind?”
“Not a thing!” shouted Jule. “I tell you those three blue lights came right up out of the bed of the river. And then there was an explosion, and they disappeared, just like they’d been winked out. Strangest thing I ever saw!”