"No.... Just ships that travel in air," answered the pale young man. He heard the other's painful catch of breath, and continued quickly: "But with these diagrams it would be easy to—"
"Shut up, Edgar.... Shut up—an' get outta here!" barked the big man. The other turned, and left the room without a word.
"Now, look here, fellow," said Blumberg, "I'm goin' to take your word for it. I'm probably crazy to believe you; but I've seen most of the funny critters of this world in my time, an' I ain't ever seen one like you. So you may come from Mars, for all I know."
The other looked at him eagerly, trying to understand his words. "You think I am man of Lo—of Mars?"
"Yes—that's right."
The Martian quivered with excitement. He held out his arms in a gesture of appeal.
"You help me?..."
"Yes."
"You help me go to Mars?"
Blumberg looked down at the desktop, and was silent.