“You will have to act quickly,” the young American said slyly. “Toplinsky is a fast worker.”
“What are your intentions?” the pigmy demanded angrily. “Why are you sneaking around our country?”
Epworth made no effort to disguise the purpose. He realized that it would be useless with the thought exposer again on the councilman’s head.
“I intend to keep him from conquering your world. I am now on the way to help Moawha and her army keep the crickets out of the Land of the Selinites.”
“Just what can you do against this great scientist?”
The pigmy did not attempt to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. Epworth shook his head.
“I do not know. I can only hope for the best.”
The cap was removed from the American’s head, and the councilman leaned forward nonchalantly.
“You are a fool—straight out in the open with your thoughts, and I doubt if you get anywhere but we will try to see what your giant friend is doing at this moment, and then compare notes.”
He stood up, drew aside a curtain, and exposed to view a bright silvered sheet of metal about four feet square. In front of this had been placed a peculiar machine with a projecting orifice connecting with the sheet with numerous wires made of glittering copper. With a slight movement of his hand the pigmy pushed a switch and a cylinder began to revolve inside of the machine shooting pictures on the silver square. These pictures were entirely lunar, and showed houses, land, people.