I had just about concluded that my worries for the trip were over when the radar reported another ship, closing slowly with us from astern.

They were told that the naval radar reported nothing, and that it was ridiculous to think the British would attack in such clear skies.

Nothing to worry about; radar reports no Tosevite killercraft airborne in our vicinity.

Sure enough, the radar was reporting more of the mysterious targets.

Soon after the Captain's broadcast, radar had reported a contact, closing.

Meanwhile the radars reported very faithfully, but they only repeated previous reports.

The radar reported the dash and the death of the two rockets, after their struggle with invisible things that gripped them.

British radar reported them as six intruders.

Two radars reported tracking the thing down to a landing near you.

An hour later, with the wind down to thirty knots, radar reported contacts to the west.