Brave turned and looked at him. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, look. The welder might have been suffering from shock. The pilot was—just lucky. And the business of the disks can be explained by obtuse government security regulations. And where does that leave our precious superman notion? Out in the cold and wet."
Brave shook his great head. "Huh-uh, son. More to it than that. Too many coincidences spoil the broth; too many queer things happening isn't right. I think you were on the trail of truth last night."
"I was talking through my ear," said Alan irritably.
Brave stared at him. A furrow appeared above the great hawk nose. He bent and pushed Alan's head back and looked into his friend's eyes. Alan tried to jerk his head away and Brave held it steady in the grip of one tough fist. He lifted Alan's lids one after the other and growled deep in his chest.
"What the devil, Brave!"
The Indian stood erect. "By the Great Spirit," he said. "Hypnotized!"
"What in hell's name are you talking about?"
"You've been hypnotized. Your pupils are swollen as big as grapes."
"You're crazy."