"The tribe made an almighty stink. They called their own council, and there was practically civil war. That's when I called you. Or, rather, the nearest trouble-shooter." "Ah, me. Why is it that I, Cassius Cassidy, get saddled with all of the real stinkers in the galaxy? I don't mind shooting other people's troubles for them, but I do resent the fact that the messiest ones get dumped in my lap. Sometimes I feel like resigning." "Cassidy, one of these days...." "Oh, simmer down. I said there was a simple solution to your problem, and I knew what I was talking about. The natives have been so taken in by your ridiculously lucky flukes that they think you're the next thing to a God. Right?" "Right." Each looked as though the other were something unmentionable, left over from the last cleaning of the cesspool. "So we just...." He leaned forward and outlined his plan. * * * * * Five days passed, peaceably. The natives gave the post a wide margin; not even Bila showed his face. Dillon began to think that maybe there was a chance things would go back to normal by themselves; and that Cassidy's plan would not be necessary. The first four days were merely a continuation of the heat. The two Earthmen sat around the office, speaking only when it was absolutely unavoidable, and then only in snarls. Dillon sent out a rush request for air conditioning equipment, omitted, by some mistake, from the supplies. The fifth day was as sunny as ever, but a stiff west wind sprang up, and the temperature was bearable. Cassidy smiled for the first time in days, and Dillon tried to be pleasant to him. The sixth day broke with an unceasing torrent of rain, and the men returned to their surly grumbling. "I hope the post isn't washed away," said Cassidy. "This storm begins to assume the aspects of the Biblical flood." "We're safe enough," said Dillon. "Only...." "Only what?" "Nothing. Just a hunch." "Good or bad?" "Bad. All bad. I've got a feeling we're due for a visit." As if on cue, a knock came on the office door. Dillon opened it, and stood aside for the thoroughly bedraggled alien waiting outside. Bila was a sorry caricature of himself, with his down plastered to his body. Water dripped from him in a steady stream. "Tarsa, starman," he said. "Tarsa, Bila," replied Dillon. "I've been expecting you." "Oh? Do you then have the powers of foreseeing the future, too?" "No," he said, laughing. "It's just that it's been several days since you were last here. You were overdue for a visit." Cassidy cleared his throat, and Dillon turned to him. "This is Cassidy, Bila," he said. "He is my brother from the stars, and has come to visit me for a short while." "Tarsa, Cassidy," the native said, gravely. "Tarsa, Bila. I have been hoping to meet a member of your people." "Oh? Has the fame of Kash spread far through the universe then?"