Upon retiring, I could hang it on a convenient hanger attached to the headboard over my bed; if someone wished to call me, then it would awaken me by flashing a bright red light. If I set it at a certain time, it would ring like an alarm clock. Taking advantage of this inter-communicating pocket radio-telephone, or what we here might call a walkie-talkie, I talked for quite a while with my fellow crew members. I learned that they, like myself, were having strange and satisfying experiences. They were so enthusiastic, that they all desired to remain permanently on Mars. As soon as possible, they wished to go to school to learn the Martian language and calligraphy. They voiced a strong desire to introduce similar living conditions on Earth. We agreed that we should at the earliest opportunity consult with Sun-Rank Banard. After my lengthy conversations with my friends, I sat down on the chaise longue to meditate upon the significant happenings. Reclining abstractedly for some time, I then fell asleep. The bright morning sunlight and the light blinking in the instrument woke me. Placing it to my ear, I was greeted by the pleasant voice and face of Sun-Rank Banard. "Last night when you spoke to your friends, you all expressed a strong wish to consult me. That wish registered on my mind so definitely that I could not help at the time from reading your thoughts, which greatly pleased me. I will communicate with your friends and arrange to have a plane fly all of you over here to my home today. After dinner we can take counsel together as to the best means for attaining our objective." That night after dinner we gathered in Sun-Rank Banard's library, and addressing our radio operator, he said, "Mr. Galoway, I understand you are anxious to make some suggestions. I am very much interested in hearing them."