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service he ranged the cosmos, helping defend the Earth against attacks by alien intelligences.

"Thanks for the advice," Kitai said seriously, beginning to scratch the mouse-beaver behind the right ear.
Pucky showed his appreciation by a mild purring. "Of course," Kitai went on, "when I imagineyou with a
beardтАж"

The very idea of Pucky with a beard was too awful for him to finish the sentence (besides, he was too
busy struggling to keep from grinning).

For his part, John smiled. "Pucky with a beard? A wonderful sight! This whole planet would jump out of
the space-time continuum in sheer delight. For that matter, so would I."

Pucky hissed warningly. John felt as though an invisible hand were lifting him into the air. If the situation
at hand hadnтАЩt been so serious, and had a prank been allowable, Pucky would probably have floated
John telekinetically through the air, over the railing, and then let him drop into the water below. As things
were, Pucky had to be content with giving no more than a gentle warning. "IтАЩd like to know," the
mouse-beaver whispered, "why a beard would look funnier on me than it does on you."

John Marshall was about to reply when his trained mind picked up some odd thought-impulses. He
motioned abruptly to his three companions and pushed Pucky against the deck where no one could see
him without coming on the upper deck. For almost two minutes John listened with half-closed eyes. Then
he nodded slowly and looked at Kitai. While the others followed breathlessly, the telepath reported his
findings in what was not far from a whisper.

"ItтАЩs our GoszulsтАФor at least some of them. TheyтАЩve shaken off your hypno-block, Kitai, and theyтАЩre
wondering who we are. They see us on board their ship and they donтАЩt know how we got here. TheyтАЩve
figured out that we arenтАЩt тАШIntelligent GoszulsтАЩ, those natives the Springers have hypno-trained. Our
resemblance to the Springers doesnтАЩt mean very much because these fellows have never seen any. They
think weтАЩre aliens, which is exactly what we are. They want to overpower us and hand us over to the
тАШGodsтАЩ."

Tako, the teleporter, looked down on the main deck where the Servants of the Gods, as the natives
called those members of their race who had become suddenly intelligent, were coming on board to
supervise the unloading operation for their masters. Several Springer battle-robots came with them as
guards. "How can we do anything?" the Japanese asked in a whisper. "If the smart Goszuls notice us,
theyтАЩll set the robots at our throats. We donтАЩt want to expose ourselves, do we?"

"ThatтАЩs the last thing we want," John agreed and pondered the matter feverishly. "Kitai, what do you
think? Can you do anything from here?"

The suggestor shook his head. "It doesnтАЩt look likely. The most effective way of getting the mutineers
back under control would mean I would have to confront them face to face. Even if there isnтАЩt any
confusion to distract me and I can concentrate my will to the limit, I could affect them only partially from
here."

"In other words," Tama Yokida, the telekin, concluded, "There isnтАЩt much of a chance you could isolate
a single individual from the crowd at this distance and control his mindтАФisnтАЩt that what you wanted to
say, Kitai?"
The suggestor nodded sadly and was quiet.