Part 23 (1/2)

”If you can talk with your minds?” he asked Geck in wonder, ”why do you bother to speak with the voice to each other?”

”Because mind-talk more tiring to we,” came the simple explanation. ”It take much of we's forces. Us grow weak after much of them.”

”That makes me hesitate to ask you to do any of it, then,” the young SS man said. ”I was hoping you could find out for me how many mines are operated on the planet, and if all of them are using you Guddus as slaves.”

”Oh, yes, An-yon, me know that already,” Geck's peculiar little face, which had become so friendly to Hanlon through long a.s.sociation, broke out into a smile that was quickly shadowed by sorrow at thought of the plight of his people. ”There is nine mines. Human masters make Guddu work in all of they.”

”Nine, eh?” Hanlon thought swiftly for a moment. ”Do they all produce the same ores as this one?”

”Will have to find that for you, An-yon. You wait short s.p.a.ce of time.”

The Greenie grew silent and strained with concentration. Hanlon probed into the native's mind, wondering if he could follow it. And haltingly at first, but with growing ability as he learned the pattern, he found he could ride along on that telepathic beam.

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. 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 a.s.surance that ”An-yon” was, indeed, both friendly and anxious to help them escape their slavery.

”The human An-yon is but one of the most of humans who are kind and just and ethical,” he was surprised to hear Geck telepathing when he got so he could understand. ”It is the few, such as those others who are here, who are not. These are bad men who come here just to get things for own selfish ends, and the good men, who are most, will stop them as soon as they can. An-yon come here just for that, to find out what those bad men do, and to stop them.”

That speech was another shock to Hanlon--he had never told Geck all that.

The distant natives finally bowed to Geck's importunings, and gave him the specific information for which he was asking because the friendly human wanted to know it.

There were two other mines that produced the same uraninite ore as the one at which Hanlon was stationed. There were three iron mines, and Hanlon was not too surprised to learn that at each of these mines smelters had been erected. He learned that humans were used mostly in the mills, the natives being used only for outside labor because they could not stand the heat.

”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.

”If it isn't tiring you too much, Geck, please ask them if there is any building going on besides the smelters at the iron mines?” Hanlon requested.

Soon other minds about the planet were coming in, and the story began to unfold--there were several factories making many machines. But none of the natives had the least idea what kind, or for what purpose they were being made.

”Think they are going to be put in great metal huts humans are making,”

one thought ran, and Hanlon quickly grabbed onto that.

”What sort of metal huts?”

”Things that look like huge eggs.”

”s.p.a.ce s.h.i.+ps, you mean?”

Another thought broke in. ”Yes, they like s.h.i.+ps human come in, but much greater.”

Hanlon fumed. Oh, if only he could see ... but wait, maybe he could get the information he needed. ”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.”