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THE plane flew with vast leisure over the jungle-roof. Lon was horribly restless. Somehow, he had no uneasiness about the friendship the small-people now displayed.
They seemed to think it diverting that the people of Earth themselves had started out by conflict, that they had had almost won by knocking out three of the Earth-folk, and that then Lon had turned the tables on them without any animus—as evidenced by the return of their weapons as soon as they made overtures for an understanding.
The return of their weapons had been decisive. It turned their ambush and counter-ambush into a sporting event, which was very much to the small people’s taste because they had scored as well as the Earthlings.
But Lon was horribly restless. He had told them, with sketches an
