I felt like the lowest kind of a dog for having let him down. Molock might be an utter damned fool, but when the chips were down, he was in there trying for all of us. He had built all his hopes on this trick with the needle gun.
Circling the dancing ground, he suddenly stopped, stood with his hands on his hips, chest heaving.
"You give up?" Shad Brisbee shouted. "You quit?"
"I do not—give up!" Molock wheezed.
"But you have stop dancing."
"I have danced your way—for two zonars. Turn about is fair play. Now you dance—my way."
"Your way?" Astonishment showed in all of Shad Brisbee's six eyes. "You humans don't dance, you don't know how."
"That's where you're wrong!" Molock answered. "We know how to dance in a new way—a way you stupid Venusians have never heard of."
I didn't know whether Shad Brisbee and the others were more excited over the insult or the thought of a new way to dance. Dancing was the blood of life to them.
"No way Venusians not know!" Shad Brisbee shouted. "We know everything about dancing, all steps, all—"