"Possibly it was some sort of antarctic lightning-bug," ventured the professor, who had been intently listening to the account of the strange light.
"Hardly likely," smiled Captain Barrington. "Tell us, Rastus, what it looked most like to you—what did it resemble?"
"Wall, sah, it presembled mos'ly dat big laight what yo' see on a snortermobile befo' it runs ober you. Yas, sah, Cap't Barranton, dat's what it looked lak, fo' sho."
"Does that tally with your impression of it, Frank?" asked Captain
Hazzard.
"Yes, sir, Rastus has put it very well. It was more like an automobile headlight than anything else."
"Well, nobody could be driving an automobile in the sky," put in the professor, decisively, as if the matter were disposed of in this way without any more argument being wasted.
"No, but there are other vehicles that are capable of rising above the earth," spoke Captain Hazzard, thoughtfully.
"For instance—?" breathed Frank, with a half-formed idea of what he meant.
"For instance, airships," was the quiet reply.
"Airships," exclaimed Captain Barrington. "Then you think—-?"