“I would have no object in doing that.”
“Then tell me what you saw.”
“Two of my chums saw three blue lights floating on the surface of the river—at least that’s what they said.”
“And this was just before the explosion?” queried the old man.
“The lights disappeared after the explosion,” Alex explained. “Do you know anything about them?” he asked.
“Boy,” the old man exclaimed, moving about in his chair excitedly, “your chums have seen what only one person in this section has ever been able to locate.”
“Why,” Alex declared, “any one, I guess, might have seen the lights. The boys said they stuck out from the river like a sore thumb.”
“Just so!” answered the old gentleman, eagerly. “Just so! Now let me tell you something about those blue lights,” he went on. “I’ve seen them time and time again, but the people hereabouts always deny seeing them.”
“Isn’t that remarkable?” asked Alex.
“There’s my son Charles, now,” continued the old man. “I’ve tried to point them out to him, but he says they don’t exist. Flings out at his old father just like that. Says they don’t exist!”