"Almost. I'd like to make them--whoever they are--admit it, though. But you can't pry anything out of them. They stick together like--like kids, I guess. Tell me, why is it that the smart ones don't discriminate? They'd as soon play with morons like Hodge or Cress as with the brainy ones." "Democratic, I guess," Ann said. She looked at the fish without enthusiasm and turned it over on its other side. "Weren't you the same way, when you were a boy?" "Guess so. Leader of my group was almost an idiot. Head of the 3Rs now." He started to put his fishing tackle away. "Got to get ready for Star Watch," he said. "I'm on the early trick tonight." He halted in the kitchen doorway, still holding the rod and creel. He looked back at the fish. "That kind of thing is likely to take all the fun out of fishing," he told her. * * * * * Usually, he found Star Watch a bore. There were often Saucer sightings, it was true. He had had many himself, some of them very close in, but all that had become routine. At first, the government had tried shooting them down, but the attempts had ended in total failure and the Saucers still came, aloof and unreasonable, as if they did not even know that they were being shot at. Later, communication had been tried--but with no better results. Now, when the Saucers were sighted, the Watcher phoned in a report, some bored plotter in Saucer Control took bearings and speed, or replied that they had the thing on radar. The next day, the score of sightings would be Spellcast--it was less exciting than watching for grunnion. Tonight, however, Ward was excited. As he left his house, he set out at a fast pace for the school. He found Bobby in front of the boys' dormitory. "What is it, John?" the boy called as he trotted over to the teacher. "How'd you like to come on Star Watch with me?" "All right." They went down the street together. "I want to try something," Ward told the boy. "I think I know how we can get in touch with the Saucer people." "But they _have_ tried." "Yes, I know--with radio and blinker lights and all that. But maybe that's the wrong way. Bobby, you're a telepath, aren't you?" "I'm not very good at it and anyway I don't think it'll work." "Why not?" "I tried once, but I couldn't seem to get anywhere. They seemed--I dunno--funny." "In what way?" Ward asked the boy. "Just sort of funny." "Well, if we're lucky, maybe we can try again tonight." "Yeah," Bobby said, "it's probably a good night for it. Full moon. Why do you suppose they seem to like the full moon, John?" "I wish I knew." It didn't look as if they were going to have any luck. They had waited for two hours and Bobby was asleep on a bench in the small "duck blind" the Watchers used. Then John heard it.