"But if they catch us, they'll kill us!"
"Tey won't kill me," said Urushkidan smugly. "I am too baluable."
"Come on, Ray," said Dyann. "Let's go monster-huntin."
"Waaah!" The Earthman blew up, jumping with rage. In the low gravity, his leap cracked his head against the ceiling.
"Oh, my poor Ray!" Dyann folded him in a bear's embrace.
"Let me go! Damn it, I want to live if you don't!"
"Be serene," advised Urushkidan. "Look at it from te aspect of eternity. You are one of te lower animals and your life is of no importance."
"You octopus! You conceited windbag! If I needed any proof that Martians are inferior, you'd be it."
"Temper, temper!" Urushkidan wagged a flexible finger at Ray. "Be objective, my friend, and if your philosophy is so deficient tat it will not prove a priori tat Martians are always right—by definition—ten consider te facts. Martians are beautiful. Martians habe an old and peaceful cibilisation. Eben physically, we are superior—we can libe under Earth conditions but I dare you to go out on Mars witout a spacesuit. I double-dog dare you."
"Martians," gritted Ray, "didn't come to Earth. Earthmen came to Mars."