"How do you know?"
"Kalinoff didn't mention any."
Lamoureux emitted a laugh that sounded like an angry bark. "Kalinoff
wouldn't know. _He_ was friendly with them. He did report that
they were an intelligent race. It'll be too bad if they use their
intelligence against us."
McCracken thrust out his jaw. There was a streak of stubbornness in
him, and he was not going to take too many dirty cracks lying down. He
growled, "I think you're making a mountain out of an anthill."
"Molehill," corrected Lamoureux.
"Whatever it is. What if Kalinoff did say the Mercurians would help us?
You can't take his word for it. Everybody knows what Kalinoff is."