Edward Everett Evans

“ But Geck was eloquent and persuasive. Before long their fears began to lessen, and later they seemed to accept his assurance that “An-yon” was, indeed, both friendly and anxious to help them escape their slavery.
“The human An-yon is but one of the most of humans who are kind and just and ethical,” he was surprised to hear Geck telepathing when he got so he could understand. “It is the few, such as those others who are here, who are not. These are bad men who come here just to get things for own selfish ends, and the good men, who are most, will stop them as soon as they can. ”

“ But none of the natives had the least idea what kind, or for what purpose they were being made.
“Think they are going to be put in great metal huts humans are making,” one thought ran, and Hanlon quickly grabbed onto that.
“What sort of metal huts?”
“Things that look like huge eggs.”
“Space ships, you mean?”
Another thought broke in. “Yes, they like ships human come in, but much greater.”
Hanlon fumed. Oh, if only he could see ... but wait, maybe he could get the information he needed. “Ask if anyone is looking at one of those ‘eggs’ right now,” he commanded Geck through the transformer. ”

“ The distant natives finally bowed to Geck's importunings, and gave him the specific information for which he was asking because the friendly human wanted to know it.
There were two other mines that produced the same uraninite ore as the one at which Hanlon was stationed. There were three iron mines, and Hanlon was not too surprised to learn that at each of these mines smelters had been erected. He learned that humans were used mostly in the mills, the natives being used only for outside labor because they could not stand the heat. ”