He broke off. No soap. You couldn't explain "green" to the blind. These folks didn't know and wouldn't believe what real power was. Any one of those oncoming Patrol super-dreadnoughts could blast both of these combined fleets clear out of space. Those primary beams were starkly incredible to anyone who had never seen them in action. The Uhalians didn't stand the chance of a fly under a mallet, but they would have to be killed before they'd believe it. A damned shame, too. The joy, the satisfaction, the real advancement possible only through cooperation with each other and with the millions of races of Galactic Civilization--if there were only some means of _making_ them believe-- * * * * * "We--and they--_do_ believe!" Luda broke in upon his somber musings. "Huh? What? You do? You were listening?" Cloud exclaimed. "Certainly. At your first thought I put myself en rapport with Darjeeb, and he and his people--all of us--listened to your thoughts." "But--you _really_ believe me?" "We believe, all of us, but some will cooperate only as far as it seems to serve their own ends to do so. Your Lensmen, if they are able to, will undoubtedly have to kill that insect Darjeeb and--" The insulted Uhalian drove in a protesting thought, but Luda went calmly on, "You think, then, Tellurian, that your Lensmen can cope with even such as Darjeeb of Uhal?" "I'll say they can!" "It is well, then. Come aboard, Darjeeb--unarmed and unarmored, as I am. We will together go to confer with these visiting Lensmen of Galactic Civilization. It is understood that there is to be no warfare until our return." "Holy Klono!" Cloud gasped. "He wouldn't do _that_, would he?" "Certainly." Luda was surprised at the question. "Although he is an insect, and is morally and ethically beneath contempt, he is, after all, a reasoning being." "QX." Cloud was dumbfounded, but tried manfully not to show it. "In that case everything can be settled without another blow being struck." Darjeeb came aboard the cruiser. He was heavily bandaged and most of his hands were useless, but he apparently bore no ill-will whatever. Cloud gave orders; the ship flashed away to meet the oncoming Patrolmen. The conference was held, coming out precisely as Luda had foreseen. The fleets returned, each to its home world, and plenipotentiaries of Dhil and of Uhal held long meetings with the Lensmen. "You won't need me any more, will you, Admiral?" Cloud asked, a few days later. "No. Nice job, Cloud." "Thanks. I think I'll be on my way, then--clear ether!" And the Vortex Blaster, after taking leave of his other new friends, resumed his interrupted voyage--having added another solar system to the fellowship of Galactic Civilization!