"You think it's a space ship, eh, Keele?"
I nodded.
"What else could it be?"
"What's it doin' out here in no man's land?" Polter asked. "You'd think strangers like that would land near a city, try to make some kind of official contact."
"If you were landing on a strange world, would you land near a city?" I asked.
Polter laughed.
"I guess you hit it. They don't know whether they'd be welcome or not. Scared, eh?"
"Just careful, I'd say. We don't know anything about them. But ships like that have been reported off and on for hundreds of years. Don't be surprised if you never see a trace of it again, and if no one else but me ever believes you when you mention it. I don't think we'll have to worry about the flying saucer."
"What the hell do they want, then?" Noldi didn't know what I meant, exactly.
"Nobody knows, Frans. Nobody ever saw them as close as you just did today."