“Look closer, Amos, and you can see that they move.”
“That’s a fact, they do seem to swing like the pendulum of a clock. Now they’re close together, and then they separate more. Jack, it must be some sort of flying machine up there; perhaps a German Zeppelin.”
“I hardly think so,” returned Jack, slowly. “In the first place no airship would be apt to remain stationary as those two red lights seem to be doing.”
“Yes, I guess that’s right,” assented Amos.
“And then again, while the breeze is blowing softly from the direction of the sea, it’s perfectly still just now. Only once in a while you can hear the far-away growl of a big gun. So you see we’d surely catch the rattle of the propeller if that were an aeroplane or an airship.”
“Then how would you explain it, Jack?”
“I don’t know for certain, but on a guess I’d say those red lights might be a couple of small but powerful lanterns.”
“What! lanterns in the sky?” echoed Amos, quite staggered.
“Perhaps held up by some sort of big kite,” continued Jack, “because you can see for yourself there’s a bully breeze for flying such a thing.”
“But Jack, whoever bothered with sending up a kite after dark?” urged Amos.