"But most people reason by analogy," said Lee Chon. "No, Mike. I have to leave you and Johnny to prevent a recurrence of racial hatred, intolerance and all the ugly consequences on both sides. This is the last time I'll answer you, Mike. I'm getting lonesome. In a few years, I'll get hungry for human companionship. I don't want to be tempted down. Good-by, Johnny. So long, Mike."
Ellik screamed. "Wait! Answer one more call, Lee. It's the least you can do for me. I don't know when I'll make it. It may be in a few weeks or a few years. It won't be just argument, Lee. I'll have something you'll want to tell Earth about this place and these people."
"I'm still here. Tell it to me now," Chon's voice said.
"No. I want to get proof. Let me rig up some kind of video circuit for you. I can use parts out of our tape camera and the translators. I want to get it all across to you."
I could hear Chon breathing. "Very well. I'll answer your next call."
"Lee," I called out, "Mike and me will be expecting you to answer."
Chon laughed. "I'm not going anywhere, Johnny. Only around this world every couple of hours."
"You couldn't make the jump through hyperspace without us, Lee," Ellik said.
"That's right, Mike. I'm—I'm sorry to quarantine you two down there."
"Quarantine!" Ellik stormed. "We're not sick, Lee. You are the sick one!"