Mr. Cavor Makes Some Sugestions
FOR a time neither of us spoke. To focus together all the things we had brought upon
ourselves, seemed beyond my mental powers.
"They've got us," I said at last.
"Well - if I hadn't taken it we should have fainted and starved."
"We might have found the sphere."
I lost my temper at his persistence, and swore to myself. For a time we hated one another
in silence. I drummed with my fingers on the floor between my knees, and gritted the
links of my fetters together. Presently I was forced to talk again.
"What do you make of it, anyhow?" I asked humbly.
"They are reasonable creatures - they can make things and do things. Those lights we
saw..."
He stopped. It was clear he could make nothing of it.
When he spoke again it was to confess, "After all, they are more human than we had a
right to expect. I suppose -"
"I suppose, anyhow - on any planet where there is an intelligent animal - it will carry its
brain case upward, and have hands, and walk erect."
Presently he broke away in another direction.
"We are some way in," he said. "I mean - perhaps a couple of thousand feet or more."
"It's cooler. And our voices are so much louder. That faded quality - it has altogether
gone. And the feeling in one's ears and throat."
I had not noted that, but I did now.
