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"Yes, it would be interesting," Hanlon admitted, "but I'm glad you treat them that way." He turned back to Geck and explained, telepathically, as best he could. "You stay here with we," the Guddu asked hopefully. "I'm sorry, but I have other work to do," and then, as he saw how the other lost heart. Hanlon hastened to add, "I have to go help other enslaved peoples on other worlds."
The thoughts were far too swift for him to catch more than an occasional concept, but he was thrilled to realize he was actually telepathing, even though at second-hand. One after another mind he could feel joining in that conference. There was much hostility and great fear when Geck first tried to explain about the human who was their friend, and had learned to talk with them.
On second thought, he had done pretty well so far, at that he felt he had a right to feel good about that. But he wasn't done yet, by a whole tankful of fuel. The problem stayed with him even in sleep, but in the morning he had an idea. As soon as he got his crew down into the mine and working, he got out the frequency-transformer, and called Geck to him.
"Hanlon," he said slowly and distinctly, and repeated it a number of times, tapping himself on the chest each time he said it. A smile of comprehension broke over the native's little face and he tapped himself the same way and said a word that came out of the speaker sounding like "Geck." Hanlon reached out and touched the native and said "Geck."
Oscar Geck, of Strasburg, published statistics of about 100,000 suicides that took place in Prussia in the twenty-year period between 1876 and 1896. They showed that, so far at least as Prussia was concerned, suicides invariably attained their maximum in June and their minimum in December.
"Ask if anyone is looking at one of those 'eggs' right now," he commanded Geck through the transformer. "Yes, An-yon, many Guddu right at edge of great place of making. Brother of me, Nock, him there." "Ask him, please, to describe what he sees. Maybe that will give me a good picture of what it is."
"Then us not try to keep you. But us hope you come to see we many time." "I'll do that, Geck my friend, every chance I get." "We've got a problem here," Admiral Newton said as they followed the marines who were taking the mine operatives to the cruiser to be taken back to Simonides for their trials. "I know it," Hanlon said thoughtfully.
Hanlon was sitting at his usual place in the mine one day when one of the barrow-men ran up and spoke swiftly to Geck, who turned to Hanlon, alarm on his face. "Big boss man come." Hanlon jumped to his feet. "Get everyone to work; tell them to act real busy!" he snapped. "You, too!"
"We burn quickly," was the sad, horrified thought. There were three other mines, but the natives did not know the English or Greek names for the metals found there. Even after considerable questioning by the roundabout "Hanlon to Geck to the Guddus back to Geck back to Hanlon" method, he still couldn't get that specific information.
The Guddus on the other end of that "line" were tremendously skeptical, afraid, and very, very suspicious of the motives of any human being. But Geck was eloquent and persuasive. Before long their fears began to lessen, and later they seemed to accept his assurance that "An-yon" was, indeed, both friendly and anxious to help them escape their slavery.
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