“Q. E. D.” Chick quoted his school algebraic phrase.
“But if I saw the picture facing toward the West, how could you see it from the South!” asked Don.
“We didn’t!”
“Then how did you know, Garry? What proved you didn’t project it?”
Garry answered slowly.
“The film we had,” he explained, “started off with a couple of ‘shots’ of airplanes—flying over our swamp. But then it became a series of moving pictures, taken from the air, of water and marsh.”
“And that was all,” Chick added.
“The more things I see,” Don said after a long moment of thought, “the more I begin to think that Indian, John, had the right idea.”
“About Smith—the mail flyer?” Garry asked.
“Yes.”