"You can handle 'em," said Downing. "After all, you do have my ability now."
Lane smiled cheerfully. "O.K. I'll see you later."
"Right," said Downing.
"And keep this under your hat, fellows. Terra has one great secret weapon that the Loard-vogh can never get nor use. It is a weapon that must wait until the time is ripe. It must never be disclosed, until it is in use. Then—it will be too late for the Loard-vogh to stop it."
"What is it?"
"If you don't know, I'll not tell you yet."
"But why tell us at all?"
"The idea of fighting a race that has conquered the Galaxy is staggering. Especially a race that, until lately, has been Terra's mental superior. The knowledge of a secret weapon of definite capability tends to make our battle less foolish. We will win."
XII.