 What is the meaning of “palaver” in the passage?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Spring 1944. Hathaway only knew he was picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't long in following, swearing loud words. A sweeter one still of Marnagan beating hell out of the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. "Is this what ?" yelled Marnagan inside his helmet. They both waited, thrust against the shipside and held by a hand of gravity; listening to each other's breathing hard in the earphones. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled around—human dice in a croupier's cup. Silence came and engulfed all the noise, ate it up and swallowed it. They stood in the middle of a pocked, time-eroded meteor plain that stretched off, dipping down into silent indigo and a rash of stars. Upon the sharp meteoric rocks Hathaway saw the tangled insides of the radio, the food supply mashed and scattered. "It's not proof we need now, Click. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back to Earth. There wasn't much to see, but it was better than standing still, waiting. It's times like this when we all need words, any words, on our tongues. Hathaway's body felt feathery, light as a whisper, boneless and limbless, suddenly. Immense crimson beasts with numerous legs and gnashing mandibles, brown-black creatures, some tubular and fat, others like thin white poisonous whips slashing along in the air. Hathaway yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. The immense things rolled, slithered and squirmed after him. Hathaway flung himself over the ridge, slid down an incline toward the mouth a small cave. Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. Hathaway played the palaver, too, but his mind was whirring faster than his camera as he spun a picture of Marnagan standing there with a useless gun pointed at the animals. Montage. Death was near and they had sweaty faces, dry mouths and frozen guts. Super-gravity and a couple of well-tossed meteors. From it, Gunther strikes unseen; ships simply crash, that's all. "People crashing here die from air-lack, no food, or from wounds caused at the crackup. The first light struck film-surface, destroyed one chemical, leaving imprints; the second exposure simply hardened, secured the impressions. "Huh?" "It's a strange process'll develop my picture and ignore the asteroid monsters complete."
 Rambling, idle talk
 Fuss about Click’s constant filming  Rambling, idle talk  Unnecessarily elaborate escape plan  Peace negotiations with Gunther