"I didn't!" Ileth's hazel-green eyes were enormous. "Good Lord, Jon,
I only thought you could sense their thoughts, maybe, if anything was
around. I didn't.... Can you feel things? You can, can't you? I should
have guessed it."
Saxon's expression had grown grimmer with each word. When Ileth asked,
"What are you?" in a hushed voice, he snapped,
"Homo Superior!"
"Homo Superior?" She looked startled, then raised her eyebrows. "You
don't fancy yourself much, do you?"
They had drawn gradually away from the others. He looked back. Basil,
the geographer, and his helper had set up their instruments. They were
taking readings, making swift notations. They had the three-dimensional
camera recording impressions, and the automatic mapper was beginning to
scratch a few tentative lines on its plastic rolls.
"I think we ought to stick together," Saxon volunteered. "I know it'll
be impossible to keep the geographers by us, but the rest had better
hang together."