“If you are so smart and powerful,” I said, boldly, “why did you find it necessary to live all these years underground? Why didn’t you simply stay on the surface and sweep all opposition before you without bothering about these tunnels and charges you mention? I’m rather inclined to think it is all a big bluff, and your ‘Venusite’ not what it is cracked up to be. You’ve proved it is powerful, all right, but there wouldn’t be enough of it to do all the things you say. You couldn’t possibly make such a series of tunnels in such a few years.”
I paused for breath. Oomlag was busy manipulating his wireless contraption. He grinned at me sardonically.
“Show me!” I continued, vehemently. “There is one thing we humans pride ourselves on, and that is our sense of logic. It isn’t logical that you could do all these things. You are here, fighting for a toe-hold on our planet, afraid to come out in the open and fight. Why? Because you have just barely managed to get here, and now find yourselves isolated with no means of retreat, and unable to advance. You are . . .”
I stopped, caught by the malevolent expression in Oomlag’s eyes. He had ceased to handle his wireless and his devilish grin had changed to a look of cold hatred. He leaned forward, and for a moment I feared it was his intention to throttle me. I realized that I had gone too far with my bold talk; but just as I was steeling myself for the feel of his terrible fingers around my throat, his ochre lips revealed his pointed teeth and he threw back his head with a guttural laugh.
“Your sense of logic! It is well that the humor of your remarks struck me, for I might otherwise have choked you into insensibility.” His fingers drummed lightly on the table as he continued.
“Let me warn you, my friend, never again to talk that way to me or any other of us. We lose our tempers easily, especially when a slave addresses his master as you have done. But you are new here and I shall overlook it this time.
“A fine sense of logic you must have! Seeing what you have, knowing what you do, to think that we would be at the end of our rope! Do you think for an instant that we would come here, and then be unable to return to Venus or defend ourselves? Why, we have sufficient ‘Venusite’ to do our work here for twenty years more, destroy any feeble resistance you might offer, and send the projectile back to Venus with the alloy needed to construct hundreds more. What a fool you are, you poor earth creature! And among your fellows you are accounted wise!”
I WAS too elated that his change of mood had saved me from the consequences of my foolish remarks to feel any resentment at his description of my mental prowess. I grinned a sickly grin, and said nothing.
Oomlag rose to his feet.