"I think we had better go to the barn, sir!"
The Industrialist stared a moment, turned and suddenly and quite uncharacteristically began running. The Astronomer followed and the woman's wail rose unheeded behind them.
XI
The Industrialist stared, looked at the Astronomer, turned to stare again.
"Those?"
"Those," said the Astronomer. "I have no doubt we appear strange and repulsive to them."
"What do they say?"
"Why, that they are uncomfortable and tired and even a little sick, but that they are not seriously damaged, and that the youngsters treated them well."
"Treated them well! Scooping them up, keeping them in a cage, giving them grass and raw meat to eat? Tell me how to speak to them."
"It may take a little time. Think at them. Try to listen. It will come to you, but perhaps not right away."