It took longer than he had expected, mainly because the people were not there all of the time. They came only at certain periods of the day; and he soon made a surprising discovery--that they slept during a great part of every night. In fact, almost one third of their time seemed to be spent in an unconscious state. The creatures in the cages slept even more. He could see no signs of intelligence in these caged creatures. They were dumb, and were completely dominated by the men. He missed the sun badly. These people, in their dark houses and their draped bodies, did not seem to need it. Often he felt quite ill, but tried not to worry about his health. At night, when alone, he practiced the sounds he had learned; and rehearsed the things he was going to say when his chance came. He passed through a sleep period; and then, on the ninth day, decided that he was ready. To the attendant who brought his food he said: "I talk." The man started violently, and gaped at him. "Talk?" he repeated blankly. "Yes!" The attendant looked at him uncertainly for a long time, and then walked slowly away. He was disappointed. But he was not kept waiting long. Soon the man returned, accompanied by another. "Blumberg wants to see you," they said. He did not understand that, and shook his head. However, they lifted him from his platform, and carried him out of the room. They took him up a long series of steps and through dark corridors, into a small room. Here it was cool and light. In the center was a desk, and behind it sat the large man he had seen once before. "Set him on the desk here," ordered the large man. "Now, little feller--they tell me you're talking!" "I talk." "Well, well, well!" said the large man jovially. "What'll we talk about?... I'm Blumberg, and I run this circus.... Who are you?" He understood only the last words, but they were what he was waiting for. "I am man of Loten," he said carefully. "Loten is world more far from heat star." "What? Say that again!" "I not live in your world--in this world...." "The hell you don't." Again he did not understand what the large man meant, and looked around helplessly. Then he saw a writing instrument on the desk, and picked it up. Blumberg pushed forward a piece of white paper. Quickly he drew, in its center, a large circle with lines extending from its circumference to indicate radiation. Outside it he drew four small circles at varying distances from the central one. "Hey, Edgar--come here!" called Blumberg. A pale young man who had been sitting in a corner approached the desk, saying, "Yes?" He looked pleadingly at the pale young man. He placed his fingertip on the large circle, and said, "Heat star!" "Sun," said the young man quickly. "Sun!" he repeated gratefully. Next he indicated the third little circle from the center. "This world?" he said. "Earth," said the young man. "Earth? This world is Earth?" "Yes." Blumberg grumbled: "What is this--a joke?"