"Damn it, man, how can we look? What is it? What's out there?"
"People! Dozens of 'em! They're coming out of the forest. Oh—oh, they've spotted us. But they're not coming over. They just stand there jabbering and pointing."
"People on this world," Brownell muttered his amazement. "What are they like, Janus? Describe them!"
"They look kind of savage to me. Squat and furry, but they stand erect. Their legs are thick and heavy like an elephant's."
"Yes, that would be natural on this world. The terrific gravity."
"Gravity doesn't seem to bother them," Janus went on. "Let's see, now. Yes, in all other ways they seem to be low-evolutionary humans, except ... good Lord!"
"Except what? Damn it, Janus, go on!"
"They have knobs!"
"What?"
"Knobs! Growing right out of their foreheads. And they're lit up—the knobs, I mean. Sort of a soft white light."