The native glared at Judy out of malignant pink eyes, and attempted to duck under her right arm. She sidestepped him neatly. "We are your friends."
He tried to get past her on the other side. "We're friends!" Judy yelled, chasseeing left. "We come in peace."
The native whirled and found Jane behind him, "Don't be fu-fu-frightened," she quavered. "We're your fu-fu-fu-friends."
With a cry of rage, the native lowered his head and charged. He was out-weighed, but Jane was unnerved. She fell sprawling. The native walked across her prostrate body and made off. When he was a few meters away, however, he paused to look at them. Apparently they had succeeded in arousing some interest.
"Copter calling cottage!" the radio chose to announce at that moment. "Copter calling cottage! Over to you!"
"Help, Judy!" Jane screamed. "Hay-ulp! I can't get up."
Judy ran to tug at her prostrate comrade, but Jane, although more slender, was taller, and weighed a lot in the heat suit. Moreover, she was so stiff with fright that she couldn't move.
The radio continued to squawk, "Copter calling cottage! Can you hear us? What's the matter?" Judy straightened up and looked about her wildly. "Copter calling cottage. Copter—"
She ran over to the radio and threw the switch. "Cottage to copter," she replied, gasping for breath. "Everything's just fine."
"Help. Ju-dee!" Jane screamed again, just before Judy switched the set over. Judy rushed back to her fallen comrade.