Adlaa dismissed the revolutionary thought. "Quxas not do."
"We play baseball run down play," argued Moahlo. "Play together. You throw ball me. I throw ball you. Yippee. Man out."
"Same team. Old pals. Want sing team song?"
"Want play team with thrag."
Adlaa considered the matter in this new light. "Like ball game," he said at last in amazement.
"Sure. You, me be us together. Make thrag look like busher."
They both took hold of the thrag. Unable to resist their combined strengths, the beast submitted docilely. They began to work.
Glancing out from his labor in the headquarters pneuma-hut, Bill saw the incident in happy surprise. Perhaps, after all, his stay here might produce something to help the culture that Montgomery would introduce upon his return. He had no doubt of Montgomery's success.
Neither, for that matter, had Montgomery. At the main camp, things were going swimmingly.