IT WAS A LONG TIME since anyone had spoken. The drumming had stopped, but the echo of it throbbed in Campbell's pulses. He looked at his spread, sinewy hands on his knees and swallowed because the veins of his neck were swollen and hurting.
Presently he said, "Couldn't you go farther back into the swamps?"
The old Kraylen spoke without moving. He still stood in the doorway, watching the trees sway in the slow wind.
"The Nahali live there. Besides, there is no clean water and no earth for crops. We are not lizard eaters."
"I've seen it happen," said Campbell somberly. "On Earth, and Mars, and Mercury, and the moons of Jupiter and Saturn. Little people driven from their homes, robbed of their way of life, exploited for the gaping idiots in the trade centers. Little people who didn't care
