"All right, into the sphere. All of you."
"But why?" the professor protested. "What have we done? We're your friends."
"Do as I say," Ro shouted nervously. Then translated his words into the thoughts.
The professor obeyed, then Grimm. Carlson was the last to enter. Ro walked to the door behind him.
"Take these guns with you," he said, as the young Earthman entered the ship. "We will not need them here. My people will return to their homes now and all will be as it was."
"I understand," said Carlson. "There is no place for us here. We have brought nothing but trouble." He extended his hand. "I'm sorry."
Ro accepted the Earthman's gesture of friendship. He held the white hand in his firmly.
"You are a good friend," he said quietly. "Perhaps some day my people will grow up. Perhaps you will come again and we will meet you on equal terms. But now, our primitiveness, your science—there can be nothing but trouble. Make the others understand that. I will always remember you as friends. I wouldn't want our parting to be in anger."
"They will understand, Ro."
The Earthman closed the ship's door slowly.