Of course they landed at a different part of the planet this time, and below them the people came running up from all directions. These people could not have been of the same constitution as the Terrestrians, for considering that the specific gravity on the surface is more than double that of Earth, the inhabitants might reasonably be expected to be proportionately larger and heavier. Heavier they must have been, but they were of the average Earth size and slighter in build. They crowded below, gesticulating and talking volubly, but in the ship their combined voices could not be distinguished by Werran, so the current was switched off as the Jovians appeared friendly, and Werran stepped outside and held up his hand for silence, which is a sign understood on every planet, apparently. In a few seconds all was quiet and in his commanding voice the interpreter asked them to give him and his companions every assistance during their visit, at the same time requesting to speak with the principal personage. Whether they understood his language or the concentrated thought of it was difficult to say, but at once the governor of the town approached under the escort of an armed guard, and asked if the visitors were friendly—from whence they came and for what purpose? Werran gave the desired information, then, feeling his head beginning to swim, he stepped inside the vessel and translated all that had passed, he speaking in Martian language, as he had done from the start, for soon after his forced imprisonment he had unthinkingly spoken in his own tongue, forgetting his hosts were ignorant of it, whereas they replied in English, equally oblivious of the fact that English was a dead letter to their captive. This was not noticed till some time had elapsed because, in his near presence, the serious thought accompanying the words on both sides made the actual speech a mere matter of form, so that they conversed with Werran in English, he speaking the Martian tongue, though he alone was able to converse with the Jovians, either by thought or language. In the meantime, the Jovians were busily discussing the situation, and whether it was that the people were different from those they had first met, or that the presence of an interpreter gave an air of ‘quality’ to the expedition, the Jovians seemed disposed to give the travellers every assistance. They appeared to know little about the grub asked for and talked over the question with Werran at great length, till all in the ship grew impatient. At last Werran came inside and said, innocently, “They don’t seem to understand what grub it is you want, so I have asked them to bring all the animals they have and you can take your choice.”