She looked a little disturbed, though; I'd better watch myself. After all, as leader I had to set a good example.
"This here is Qan," the guide introduced me. "Headman or chief or something of the tribe. He is always on hand to greet us."
"Welcome, travelers from a distant star," I intoned, wrapping my mother's second-best cloak more impressively about me, "to the humble land of the Gchi. Come in peace, go in peace."
"Why, he speaks excellent English," the scientist exclaimed.
"They pick up things very fast," Sam explained.
"Natives can be very, very shrewd," a stout female commented, clutching her handbag tightly.
