The Lunite pursed his lips and knit his brows as if endeavoring to understand. He turned to the semicircle of men behind him. They all appeared puzzled. Then he dispatched one of them, who disappeared from the disc, and facing Dr. Wu once more, uttered a short sentence. It was the doctor’s turn to knit his brows and shake his head. Again he essayed speech with the armored man. Apparently he was not understood. The process was repeated several more times with the same result. It seemed that the two were on the verge of understanding each other, yet could not quite make themselves intelligible. Then the man who had disappeared from the disc a few minutes before reappeared with another, a bent figure who hung on his arm for support. His face was wrinkled and toothless, his sparse moustache was gray, and his limbs were more spindly than those of the others. Instead of armor he wore a garment of quilted black cloth over his emaciated form. The man in the gold armor looked at Dr. Wu, then pointed to the old man and uttered a few words. The doctor nodded, and addressed him. The old fellow pondered for a moment, then shook his head. Again Dr. Wu spoke to him. He shook his head once more, and reaching beneath his robe, drew forth a scroll and writing brush. After rapidly tracing a number of characters on the scroll, he held it up. The writing bore a striking resemblance to Chinese. Seizing Ted’s sleeve, the doctor spoke excitedly. “Is the photo-recorder on?” “Yes.” “Good. I believe I can translate that writing, given time.” Facing the old man in the disc, Dr. Wu again nodded and smiled. Then he pointed skyward and said: “_T’ien._” The old man nodded, smiled, and repeated excitedly: “_T’ien! T’ien!_” then bowed as if in devotion. The doctor also made the devotional obeisance and said: “_Shang Ti._” The old man shook his head, signifying that he could not understand. Then he pointed to the man in the golden armor, and said: “_P’an-ku._” “_P’an-ku!_” repeated the doctor with a look of astonishment on his face, and made obeisance to the golden one. That individual, with a look of annoyance, suddenly turned on the old man and released a volley of monosyllables. The old fellow groveled before him and shook his head. Then he of the golden armor made a sign with his hand, whereupon the disc suddenly became blank. “Guess the interview is over,” said Ted, shutting off the radio. “Now how can we find out what it was all about?” “I can explain the last three words,” said Dr. Wu. “‘_T’ien_,’ is the oldest word in our language which has the meaning of ‘The Heavens’ or ‘God.’ This word was understood. ‘_Shang Ti_,’ a later word for ‘God,’ was unintelligible. The old man pointed to the one who was evidently the ruler, and said: ‘_P’an-ku_.’ According to our traditions, ‘_P’an-ku_’ was the first human being, corresponding to the ‘Adam’ of your Bible.”