He was stalling for time but as he was stalling he was getting his strength back. Personally, it was my opinion that all he knew about dancing he had learned in a dime-a-dance hall in some space port on Earth, but if he wanted to teach this to the Venusians, it was all right with me. "Show him to me!" Shad Brisbee screamed. "I can do him." "All right. Watch this." Weaving forward with his hands up, Molock slugged Shad Brisbee on the jaw. The startled Venusian almost turned a somersault as he went over backward. A cry of rage arose, both from Shad and the onlookers. "Kill the human--" "Slaughter him--" "Now you try to hit me!" Molock ignored the cries for his blood. He weaved away with his fists up. "That's not dancing!" Shad Brisbee roared. "It's _our_ kind of dancing, the human way to dance," Molock answered. "Yah, you big yellow-belly, you can't do it!" I held my breath. The hopeless idiot--or maybe genius--was trying to turn a dancing contest into a boxing match. And he did. Screaming, Shad Brisbee charged, swung a tremendous hay-maker at Molock's jaw. Dodging, Molock slugged him behind the ear. For the next fifteen minutes, to my awed and thunderously appreciative delight, I watched a Venusian get carved to pieces. Molock hit Shad Brisbee with everything up to and including his elbows and knees. He hit the Venusian in the gullet, the stomach, all over the head, and he knocked at least three eyes out of commission. It took him exactly fifteen minutes to reduce a seven foot Venusian giant to the status of a whimpering child. "I give ... I give ..." Shad Brisbee gasped. "You better dancer than me...." "You will allow us to stay here unmolested, until we can get our ship repaired?" Molock demanded. "Sure ... Sure ... I do that for you ... if you do one thing for me...." "What's that?" "Here, I whisper to you...." Leaning forward, Shad whispered something in Molock's ear. The human looked a little surprised and startled. "Okay," he said. "It's a deal." Then, as if some secret thought was pleasing him tremendously, he began to grin. "I'll say it's a deal," he said. "Boys, we go home now!" Shad Brisbee shouted. With awed and appreciative looks at the greatest dancer they had ever seen, they went streaming away from Shad Brisbee's dancing ground. An equally awed and appreciative Wilkerson met us in the lock. Rita was there too, but Rita wasn't awed. She climbed right up into Molock's arms. "Did you get the pics?" he asked her. "I got them, darling." "Then we've got the world by the tail, honey. We've got the world by the tail." It took two weeks to get our ship repaired. During this time, Molock was a mighty busy man, both taking pictures of his own selection and spending hours each day with Shad Brisbee. In spite of the fact that he had been licked, Shad harbored no animosity. He and Molock struck up a beautiful friendship.