"On his way back to the home-ship and Parna," grunted Burke, "and I don't know but that I envy him."
"You too?"
"Yeah. Now that there's no damned Intelligence Officer around, me too."
"Disgrace and all?"
"That's what stops me—" and noticing the angry color to Barnes' uiye—"and the glory of our mission. Hell, anyone can get homesick, can't they?"
During the few moments of Randolph's arrest and departure the Martian had disappeared. Barnes grunted and shoved the noedan back into his pouch and finished his drink.
"You'll never get anywhere acting like that," said Burke after a short silence. "You can't shove our ways down their throats and get cooperation."
Barnes got up a little angrily. "Who wants to get anywhere? What do we want out of these creatures? They smell! How are we supposed to act? We own their smelly little world—"
"Randolph might say we don't own it."
"Shut up, Burke. I'm sick of that!"