 How did Svan feel about the Earthlings?
Svan was the leader making the final plans—plotting them a bit too well. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Winter 1944. "Everything shipshape, I take it!" "Every man accounted for except the delegation, cargo stowed, drivers ready to lift as soon as they come back." But after all, they're human beings, just like us—" "Not any more. Four or five generations ago they were. "They had to acclimate themselves to Venus's climate. He stared at the wooden shacks that were the outskirts of the native city, dimly visible through the ever-present Venusian mist. The native guard of honor, posted a hundred yards from the Earth-ship, stood stolidly at attention with their old-fashioned proton-rifles slung over their backs. A few natives were gazing wonderingly at the great ship, but made no move to pass the line of guards. They think there will be hordes of immigrants from Earth, now that we know Venus is habitable. And there's some sort of a paltry underground group that is spreading the word that the immigrants will drive the native Venusians—the descendants of the first expedition, that is—right down into the mud. That's a basic law of—" The annunciator over the open lock clanged vigorously, and a metallic voice rasped: "Officer of the Deck! "From their own mouths you have heard it. Our parents came from Earth. She looked around at the others, found them reluctant and uneasy, but visibly convinced by Svan. Therefore, it must not return." "The Council did not know what we would face. The Councilmen could not come to the city and see what strength the Earth-ship has." There will be danger, I think...." She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly creasing the six fatal slips. The bowl went the rounds, till Svan himself took the last. Svan, too, had left his unopened. "We will go, all six of us, in my ground car, to look at the Earth-ship. It will not be noticed in the dark—they will take off before sunrise, because they must travel away from the sun to return—in forty hours the danger is removed." There was comprehension in their eyes, Svan saw ... but still that uncertainty. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen one to announce it—a second, ten seconds....
 They need to be destroyed, no matter the cost.
 They're evil, and the Venusians should fight them.  They need to be destroyed, no matter the cost.  Some may have good intentions, but they shouldn't be allowed to come back.  They can't be trusted, and they should continue to spy on them.