Simple Simon lumbered forward, then paused. His eyes blinked. "No," he grated.
Maggie gasped. "Why, Simple Simon, what's the matter?"
The gray creature rasped, "Ben—he not one of us. He thinks—different. In thoughts—thinks escape. Earth."
Maggie paled. "He is one of us, Simon." She stepped forward and seized the Venusian's arm. "You go to your room. Stand guard. You guard Ben just like you guard me. Understand?"
Simple Simon grunted, "I guard. If Ben go—I stop him. I stop him good." He raised his huge hands suggestively.
"No, Simon! Remember what Jacob told you. We hurt no one. Ben is our friend. You help him!"
The Venusian thought for a long moment. Then he nodded. "I help Ben. But if go—stop."
She led the creature out of the room and closed the door.
"Whew," Ben sighed. "I'd heard those fellows were telepaths. Now I know."