 How does Loy Chuk communicate with Ned?
A scream of brakes, the splash into icy waters, a long descent into alkaline depths ... "See you in half an hour, Betty," said Ned Vince over the party telephone. Dazzled, and befuddled by his own rash speed, Ned Vince had only swift young reflexes to rely on to avoid a fearful, telescoping collision. His car hit the white-painted wooden rail sideways, crashed through, tumbled down a steep slope, struck a huge boulder, bounced up a little, and arced outward, falling as gracefully as a swan-diver toward the inky waters of the Pit, fifty feet beneath.... Ned Vince was still dimly conscious when that black, quiet pool geysered around him in a mighty splash. Movement was slower now, as he began to sink, trapped inside his wrecked car. The edges of that almost bottomless pool were caked with a rim of white—for the water, on which dead birds so often floated, was surcharged with alkali. Presently, when he could no longer hold his breath, bitter liquid was sucked into his lungs. The ripples that had ruffled the surface waters in the Pit, quieted again to glassy smoothness. Time, the Brother of Death, and the Father of Change, seemed to wait.... Kaalleee!..." Lacking qualities identifiable as human, the disturbance was still like the babble of a group of workmen who have discovered something remarkable. The icy breeze tore tiny puffs of dust from grotesque, angling drifts of soil, nearly waterless for eons. Glacial ages, war, decadence, disease, and a final scattering of those ultimate superhumans to newer worlds in other solar systems, had done that. Loy Chuk had flown his geological expedition out from the far lowlands to the east, out from the city of Kar-Rah. He could think and dream and invent, and the civilization of his kind was already far beyond that of the ancient Twentieth Century. Loy Chuk and his fellow workers were gathered, tense and gleeful, around the things their digging had exposed to the daylight. The dry mud that had encased it like an airtight coffin, had by now been chipped away by the tiny investigators; but soiled clothing still clung to it, after perhaps a million years. A perfect preservative for organic tissue, aided probably during most of those passing eras by desert dryness. At last Loy Chuk gave a soft, chirping signal. The chant of triumph ended, while instruments flicked in his tiny hands. The final instrument he used to test the mummy, looked like a miniature stereoscope, with complicated details.
 Loy Chuk has a device that converts his thoughts into English.
 Loy Chuk communicates with Ned through telepathy.  Loy Chuk has a device that translates his speech into English.  Loy Chuk has a device that lets him speak English.  Loy Chuk has a device that converts his thoughts into English.