"Over there"--Lablet made a sweep with his arm which might indicate
any point to the east--"there is a storehouse of the original learning
of their race. It's in the heart of the enemy country. But the enemy
as yet do not know of it. They've made two trips over to bring back
material and their ship can only go once more. They offer us an equal
share if we'll make the next trip in their company and help them clean
out the storage place--"

Hobart's answer was a whistle. There was an avid hunger on Lablet's
lean face. No more potent bribe could have been devised to entice him.
But Raf, remembering the spear-torn body, wondered.

_In the heart of the enemy country_, he repeated to himself.

Lablet added another piece of information. "After all, the enemy they
face is only dangerous because of superior numbers. They are only
animals--"

"Animals don't carry spears!" Raf protested.

"Experimental animals that escaped during a world-wide war generations
ago," reported the other. "It seems that the species have evolved to a
semi-intelligent level. I must see them!"

Hobart was not to be hurried. "We'll think it over," he decided. "This
needs a little time for consideration."