Two other Terrans come. One is large and heavy, with bright fuzz at his top. The other is shorter and thicker with hair the shade of our beach. The Klygha knows that these are called Halloran and Foggy, and we remember it with the Klygha.
He makes the cat speak to each of them; and they all make big eyes at the cat.
"Bull!" says Halloran. "Who's the wiseguy ventriloquist?"
"It iss a spirit in t'e little Teufel," says Foggy.
"I speak to you from outside the ship," says the Klygha. "I must contact you through the mind of your pet."
They all make noises. Those of Halloran are Terran words that even the Klygha does not know, so we do not understand either. Vogel runs out of the chamber. When the cat sees this, the Klygha makes many of us along the beach rear up and turn toward the Terran shell.
He lets the cat go, partly, and we can feel that it is unhappy. It backs into a corner and bends itself into a lump. Then the Klygha is with us.
It is hard to have another in the mind. He makes us turn our eyestalks toward the shell and watch. Nothing on it seems to move, except once there is a small flicker near the top.
Then, by the cat, we see the Terran named Vogel hurry back into the chamber.
"I see t'em outside on the scanner," he says. "About t'irty of t'ose lumpy t'ingss like hound-sized starfish wit' fringed edges!"