Chomby led the men to a cave in the center of the village. He turned to Terry.
"My people think you are queer, Terryhall," Chomby said. "But it is evident to them that you think the same about us. But we are all one people. Terryhall and Cappyupjohn are not the same. Terryhall is afraid, while Cappyupjohn is a man of rock. Are you not of the same race?"
"More or less," Cappy said, deridingly. "Terry doesn't understand you and he fears what he doesn't understand. I've learned to control fear, so I am not afraid."
"You trust us?" Chomby seemed surprise.
"No," Cappy replied. "I don't trust anything, but I'm not afraid of you."
"What if we should intend to keep you here?" Chomby asked. "Terry sees himself as a prisoner, a slave. He fears he will never return to the earth."
"I still have my gun," Cappy said.
"There are many of us," Chomby said, his lips gaping again in that imitation grin. "We could overpower you and kill you."
"I'd take some of you with me," Cappy replied, defiantly. "I'd go out in a blaze of glory."