уThey say that their ship is waiting for you, sir. The air lock door will be open.ф
The skipperтs voice said heavily:
уMr. Dort, have you seen their space suits before? If so, are you sure theyтre not carrying anything extra, such as bombs?"
уYes, sir,ф said Tommy. уWeтve showed each other our space equipment. Theyтve nothing but regular stuff in view, sir.ф
The skipper made a gesture to. the two aliens. He and Tommy Dart plunged on for the black vessel. They could not make out the ship very clearly with the naked eye, but directions for change of course came from the communication room.
The black ship loomed up. It was huge, as long as the Lianvabon and vastly thicker. The air lock did stand open. The two spacesuited men moved in and anchored themselves with magnetic-soled boots. The outer door closed. There was a rush of air and simultaneously the sharp quick tug of artificial gravity. Then the inner door opened.
All was darkness. Tommy switched on his helmet light at the same instant as the skipper. Since the aliens saw by infrared, a white light would have been intolerable to them. The menтs helmet lights were, therefore, of the deep-red tint used to illuminate instrument panels so there will be no dazzling of eyes that must be able to detect the minutest speck of white light on a navigating vision plate. There were aliens waiting to receive them. They blinked at the brightness of the helmet lights. The space-phone receivers said in Tommyтs ear:
уThey say, sir, their skipper is waiting for you.ф
Tommy and the skipper were in a long corridor with a soft flooring underfoot. Their lights showed details of which every one was exotic.
уI think Iтll crack my helmet, sir,ф said Tommy.
He did. The air was good. By analysis it was thirty percent oxygen instead of twenty for normal air on Earth, but the pressure was less. It felt just right. The artificial gravity, too, was less than that maintained on the Lianvabon. The home planet of the aliens would be smaller than Earth, and by the infrared data circling close to a nearly dead, dull-red sun. The air had smells in it. They were utterly strange, but not unpleasant.
An arched opening. A ramp with the same soft stuff underfoot. Lights which actually shed a dim, dull-red glow about. The aliens had stepped up some of their illuminating equipment as an act of courtesy. The light might hurt their eyes, but it was a gesture of consideration which made Tommy even more anxious for his plan to go through.
The alien skipper faced thent with what seemed to Tommy a gesture of wryly humorous deprecation. The helmet phones said:
уHe says, sir, that he greets you with pleasure, but he has been able to think of only one way in which the problem created by the meeting of these two ships can be solved.ф
уHe means a fight,ф said the skipper. уTell him Iтm here to offer another choice.ф
The Llanvabonтs skipper and the skipper of the alien ship were face to face, but their communication was weirdly indirect. The aliens used no sound in communication. Their talk, in fact, took place on, microwaves and approximated telepathy. But they could not hear, in any ordinary sense of the word, so the skipperтs and Tommyтs speech approached telepathy, too, as far as they were concerned. When the skipper spoke, his space phone sent his words back to the Lianvabon, where the words were fed into the coder and short-wave equivalents sent back to the black ship. The alien skipperтs reply went to the Lianvabon and through the decoder, and was retransmitted by space phone in words read from the message frame. It was awkward, but it worked.
The short and stocky alien skipper paused. The helmet phones relayed his translated, soundless reply.
уHe is anxious to hear, sir.ф
The skipper took off his helmet. He put his hands at his belt in a belligerent pose.
уLook here!ф he said truculently to the bald, strange creature in the unearthly red glow before him. уIt looks like we have to fight and one batch of us get killed. Weтre ready to do it if we have to. But if you win, weтve got it fixed so youтll never find out where Earth is, and thereтs a good chance weтll get you anyhow! II we win, weтll be in the same fix. And if we win and go back home, our government will fit out a fleet and start hunting your planet. And if we find it weтll be ready to blast it to hell! If you win, the same thing will happen to us! And itтs all foolishness! Weтve stayed here a month, and weтve swapped information, and we donтt hate each other. Thereтs no reason for us to fight except for the rest of our respective races!ф
The skipper stopped for breath, scowling. Tommy Dort inconspicuously put his own hand on the belt of his spacesuit. He waited, hoping desperately that the trick would work.
уHe says, sir,ф reported the helmet phones, уthat all you say is true. But that his race has to be protected, just as you feel that yours must be.ф уNaturally,ф said the skipper angrily, уbut the sensible thing to do is to figure out how to protect it! Putting its future up as a gamble in a fight is not sensible. Our races have to be warned of each otherтs existence. Thatтs true. But each should have proof that the other doesnтt want to fight, but wants to be friendly. And we shouldnтt be able to find each other, but we should be able to communicate with each other to work out grounds for a common trust. If our governments want to be fools, let them! But we should give them the chance to make friends, instead of starting a space waxout of mutual funk!ф
Briefly, the space phone said: - - -
уHe says that the difficulty is that of trusting each other now. With the possible existence of his race at stake, he cannot take any chance, and neither can you, of yielding ari advantage.ф
уBut my race,ф boomed the skipper, glaring at the alien captain, уmy race has an advantage now. We came here to your ship in atom-powered spacesuits! Before we left, we altered the drives! We can set off ten pounds of sensitized fuel apiece, right here in this ship, or it can be set off by remote control from our ship! It will be rather remarkable if your fuel store doesnтt blow up with us! In other words, if you donтt accept my proposal for a commonsense approach to this predicament, Dort and I blow up in an atomic explosion, and your ship will be wrecked if not destroyedўand the Llanvahon will be attacking with everything itтs got within two seconds after the blast goes off!"
The captainтs room of the alien ship was a strange scene, with its dull-red illumihation and the strange, bald, gill-breathing aliens watching the skipper and waiting for the inaudible translation of the harangue they could not hear. But a sudden tensity appeared in the air. A sharp, savage feeling of strain. The alien skipper made a gesture. The helmet phones hummed.
уHe says, sir, what is your proposal?ф -
уSwap ships!ф roared the skipper. уSwap ships and go on home! We can fix our instruments so theyтll do no trailing, he can do the same with his. Weтll each remove out star maps and records. Weтll each dismantle our weapons. The air will serve, and weтll take their ship and theyтll take ours, and neither one can harm or trail the other, and each will carry home more information than can be taken otherwise! We can agree on this same Crab Nebula as a rendezvous when the double star has made another circuit, and if our people want to meet them they can do it, and if they are scared they can duck it! Thatтs my proposal! And heтll take it, or Dort and I blow up their ship and the Lianvabon blasts whatтs left!ф
He glared about him while he waited for the translation to reach the tense small stocky figures about him. He could tell when it came - because the tenseness changed. The figures stirred. They made gestures. One of them made convulsive movements. It lay down on the soft floor and kicked. Others leaned against its walls and shook.
The voice in Tommy Dortтs helmet phones had been strictly crisp and professional, before, but now it sounded blankly amazed.
уHe says, sir, that it is a good joke. Because the two crew members he sent to our ship, and that you passed on the way, have their spacesuits stuffed with atomic explosives too, sir, and he intended to make the very same offer and threat! Of course he accepts, sir. Your ship is worth more to him than his own, and his is worth more to you than the Lianvabon. It appears, sir, to be a deal.ф
Then Tommy Dort realized what the convulsive movements of the aliens were. They were laughter.
~It wasnтt quite as simple as the skipper had outlined it. The actual working-out of the proposal was complicated. For three days the crews of the two ships were intermingled, the aliens learning the workings of the Lianvabonтs engines, and the men learning the controls of the black spaceship. It was a good jokeўbut it wasnтt all a joke. There were men on the black ship, and aliens on the Lianvabon, ready at an instantтs notice to blow up the vessels in question. And they would have done it in case of need, for which reason the need did not appear. But it was, actually, a better arrangement to have two expeditions return to two civilizations, under the current arrangement, than for either to return alone.
There were differences, though. There was some dispute about the removal of records. In most cases the dispute was settled by the destruction of the records. There was more trouble caused by the Llanvabonтs books, and the alien equivalent of a shipтs library, containing works which approximated the novels of Earth. But those items were valuable to possible friendship, because they would show the two cultures, each to the other, from the viewpoint of normal citizens and without propaganda.
But nerves were tense during those three days. Aliens unloaded and inspected the foodstuffs intended for the men on the black ship. Men transshipped the foodstuffs the aliens would need to return to their home. There were endless details, from the exchange of lighting equipment to suit the eyesight of the exchanging crews, to a final check-up of apparatus. A joint inspection party of both races verified that all detector devices had been smashed but not removed, so that they could not be used for trailing and had not been smuggled away. And of course, the aliens were anxious not to leave any useful weapon on the black ship, nor the men upon the Lianvabon. It was a curious fact that each crew was best qualified to take exactly the measures which made an evasion of the agreement impossible.
There was a final conference before the two ships parted, back in the communication room of the Lianvabon.
уTell the little runt,ф rumbled the Lianvabonтs former skipper, уthat heтs got a good ship and heтd better treat her right.ф
The message frame flicked word-cards into position. уI believe,ф it said on the alien skipperтs behalf, уthat your ship is just as good. I hope to meet you here when the double star has turned one turn.ф
The last man left the Lianvabon. It moved away into the misty nebula before they had returned to the black ship. The vision plates in that vessel had been altered for human eyes, and human crewmen watched jealously for any trace of their former ship as their new craft took a crazy, evading course to a remote part of the nebula. It came to a crevasse of nothingness, leading to the stars. It rose swiftly to clear space. There was the instant of breathlessness which the overdrive field produces as it goes on, and then the black ship whipped away into the void at many times the speed of light.
Many days later, the skipper saw Tommy Dort poring over one of the strange objects which were the equivalent of books. It was, fascinating to puzzle over. The skipper was pleased with himself. The technicians of the Llanvabonтs former crew were finding out desirable things about the ship almost momently. Doubtless the aliens were as pleased with their discoveries in the Llanvabon. But the black ship would be enormously worth whileўand the solution that had been found was by any standard much superior even to combat in which the Earthmen had been overwhelmingly victorious.
уHm-m-m. Mr. Dort,ф said the skipper profoundly. уYouтve no equipment to make another photographic record on the way back. It was left on the Lianvabon. But fortunately, we have your record taken on the way out, and I shall report most favorably on your suggestion and your assistance in carrying it out. I think very well of you, sir.ф
уThank you, sir,ф said Tommy.
He waited. The~ skipper cleared his throat.
уYou . . . ah . . . first realized the close similarity of mental processes between the aliens and ourselves,ф he observed. уWhat do you think of the prospects of a friendly arrangement if we keep a rendezvous with them at the nebula as agreed?ф
уOh, weтll get along all right, sir,ф said Tommy. уWeтve got a good start toward friendship. After all, since they see by infrared, the planets theyтd want to make use of wouldnтt suit us. Thereтs no reason why we shouldnтt get along. Weтre almost alike in psychology.ф
уHm-m-m. Now just what do you mean by that?ф demanded the skipper.
уWhy,theyтre just like us, sir!ф said Tommy. уOf course they breathe through gills and they see by heat waves, and their blood has a copper base instead of iron and a few little details like that. But otherwise weтre just alike! There were only men in their crew, sir, but they have two sexes as we have and they have families, and er . . . their sense of humorў In factўф Tommy hesitated.
уGo on, sir,ф said the skipper.
