“I don’t believe he’ll find anything in there,” Jule said.
“Then what makes those lights?” demanded Case.
“The old merchant up at Wolf Creek told us what made the three blue lights,” chuckled Jule.
“I just believe,” Case replied, “that that is some signal.”
“What would be the use of a signal, out in the middle of the river opposite Wolf Creek?” demanded Jule.
“I can’t explain it,” Case answered, “but it’s a signal, just the same. It just can’t be anything else.”
“And what would be the use of a signal in this little old shut-in lagoon?” continued Jule.
“Then if it isn’t a signal, what is it?” asked Case.
“It’s just some natural phenomenon,” was the reply. “When Clay gets down there he won’t see anything at all. It may be that you can’t see the lights from any direction except this! You’ve seen wandering lights in swamps, haven’t you? Well, it’s my idea that this is that kind of a light.”
“We may know something more about it when Clay comes back,” Case suggested. “He may find out what it means.”