“Quite a lot.  Everything except what was taken out in the woods this afternoon.  We can run them off right now.”

He pulled down the screen in front of the gunrack, got the film and loaded his projector.  The Fuzzies, who had begun on a new stick-and-ball construction, were irritated when the lights went out, then wildly excited when Little Fuzzy, digging a toilet pit with the wood chisel, appeared.  Little Fuzzy in particular was excited about that; if he didn’t recognize himself, he recognized the chisel.  Then there were pictures of Little Fuzzy killing and eating land-prawns, Little Fuzzy taking the nut off the bolt and putting it on again, and pictures of the others, after they had come in, hunting and at play.  Finally, there was the film of the adoption of Goldilocks and Cinderella.

“What Juan and I got this afternoon, up in the woods, isn’t so good, I’m afraid,” Rainsford said when the show was over and the lights were on again.  “Mostly it’s rear views disappearing into the brush.  It was very hard to get close to them in the jeep.  Their hearing is remarkably acute.  But I’m sure the pictures we took this afternoon will show the things they were carrying—­wooden prawn-killers like the two that were traded from the new ones in that last film.”

Mallin and Kellogg looked at one another in what seemed oddly like consternation.

“You didn’t tell us there were more of them around,” Mallin said, as though it were an accusation of duplicity.  He turned to Kellogg.  “This alters the situation.”

“Yes, indeed, Ernst,” Kellogg burbled delightedly.  “This is a wonderful opportunity.  Mr. Holloway, I understand that all this country up here is your property, by landgrant purchase.  That’s right, isn’t it?  Well, would you allow us to camp on that clearing across the run, where our boat is now?  We’ll get prefab huts—­Red Hill’s the nearest town, isn’t it?—­and have a Company construction gang set them up for us, and we won’t be any bother at all to you.  We had only intended staying tonight on our boat, and returning to Mallorysport in the morning, but with all these Fuzzies swarming around in the woods, we can’t think of leaving now.  You don’t have any objection, do you?”

He had lots of objections.  The whole business was rapidly developing into an acute pain in the neck for him.  But if he didn’t let Kellogg camp across the run, the three of them could move seventy or eighty miles in any direction and be off his land.  He knew what they’d do then.  They’d live-trap or sleep-gas Fuzzies; they’d put them in cages, and torment them with maze and electric-shock experiments, and kill a few for dissection, or maybe not bother killing them first.  On his own land, if they did anything like that, he could do something about it.

“Not at all.  I’ll have to remind you again, though, that you’re to treat these little people with consideration.”

“Oh, we won’t do anything to your Fuzzies,” Mallin said.