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"All we have to do is to show Dulnop he's something of a mineralogist how to grind and polish a piece of crystal into this shape!" Van Emmon groaned. "Marvelous! Say, if you knew how infernally hard it is to find even a small piece of crystal, you'd never propose such a thing! Why, it would take years Mrs. Van Emmon!" Smith also shook his head. "Neither of you has the right idea.
Smith and Van Emmon came upon Dulnop and Corrus as they were talking together. The herdsman was saying: "Lad, my heart is heavy this night." Much of his usual vigor was absent. "When I were passing Cunora's field this day, some of the masters came and drove me over to her side. I tried to get away, and one threatened to kill. I fear me, lad, they intend to force us to marry!"
Seeing this, the geologist deliberately reached out and scraped the dust from the nearest machine; and to the vast relief of all three, no damage was done. The dust fell straight to the floor, exposing a brilliantly polished streak of greenish-white metal. Van Emmon made another tentative brush or so at other points, with the same result. Clean, untarnished metal lay beneath all that dust.
The four had been on Venus almost twenty-four hours when Smith, knowing the condition of the machinery in the cube, warned the others that they must return. Secretly, he was tired of the Venusians' continual smiling; for they had fairly outdone each other to show the visitors all that could be shown. But it was Van Emmon who thought to ask for Estra's wonderful library.
The fish simply could not be described with ordinary language. As for Van Emmon, his experience will have to be classed with Smith's. That is to say, he soon came to feel that his agent was not what is commonly called human. It was all too different. However, he found himself enjoying a field of view which was a decided improvement upon Smith's.
"What Smith says is true; such people would never stand for any measures which would restrict their physical freedom. They are simply animals with human possibilities, nothing more." He paused, and then added quietly, "By the way, did either of you notice any mountains just now?" Smith and Van Emmon both said they had. "Why?"
To- day, our object is to locate, somewhere among the planets attached to one of the innumerable sun-stars of the universe, one on which the conditions are decidedly different from anything we have known before." Billie and Van Emmon, their affair temporarily forgotten, listened eagerly.
I mean, a soldier type. A kind of bee which specializes on fighting!" Van Emmon was listening closely, yet he had got another idea: "Perhaps this soldier type is simply the plain worker bee, all gone to sting! It may be that these bees have given up labor altogether!" "Still," muttered Smith, under his breath, "all this doesn't solve the real problem. Why aren't the HUMANS supreme?"
And he recognized it as truth, as soon as she had said it. "Just a minute," remarked Smith in his ordinary voice; "just a minute. You're forgetting that we don't really know whether Rolla and Cunora are safe. Everything depends upon them now, you know." In silence the four went back into telepathic connection. Now, of course, Smith and Van Emmon were practically without agents.
Remember what sort of people the working classes of Capellette were? Smith's 'agent' was typical a helpless nincompoop, not fit to govern himself!" The geologist strove to keep his patience. "However," remarked Kinney, "the chap whose mind I used was no fool." "Nor was Billie's agent, the woman surgeon," agreed Van Emmon, "even if she did prefer 'the Devolutionist' to Powart.
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