The great, bodiless voice sounded again, but those in the cavern went about their activities. They did not hear.
"Who are you?"
Stinson looked at the wind devil, since it could be no one else speaking, and pointed to himself. "Me?"
"Yes."
"I am Stinson, of the planet Earth."
"Yes, I see it in your mind, now. You want to live here, on this planet."
"Then you must know where I came from, and how."
"I do not understand how. You have a body, a physical body composed of atoms. It is impossible to move a physical body from one place to another by a mere thought and a tiny instrument, yet you have done so. You deserted me out in the desert."
"I deserted you?" Stinson cried angrily, "You tried to kill me!"
"I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?"