"The green light," Smithy was saying in horrified understanding.
He was aiming at the glowing crack where the green light was issuing.
I throw a green light; you keep it, and I get no light back.
For there, high up, was the green light of a distant rocket.
Light once more, green light with an odd shimmering quality to it.
But a pencil-point of the green light thinned ...