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His name is Targo he is a Malite full-blooded I believe, although he says not. For twenty years or more he has lived in Orlog, a city some fifty miles from Arite. His wife is an Oroid. "Targo, by his eloquence, and the power and force of his personality, won a large following in Orlog, and to a lesser degree in many other cities.
He felt the fingers of his right hand holding something heavy. It was a piece of stone the stone he had looked at through the microscope the stone with which he had struck Targo. He smiled to himself, and slipped it into his pocket. The girl had slowly pulled him over to the inner wall of the room. The footsteps came closer. They would be here in a moment.
"He did," muttered the Big Business Man. "Targo escaped this afternoon," the Chemist explained. "He went to Orlog by boat and took " He stopped abruptly. "Come into the house, Lylda," he added gently; "there are other things, my wife, of which we must speak." He rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. "Where is Jack," she asked, looking at the Big Business Man, who stood watching her gravely.
And then, my husband, at last I knew why I could not hope to gain my way. It is not because they want Targo's rule that they oppose us. It was, but it is so no longer. It is because they have been made to fear these drugs we have. For now, in Orlog, they are shouting death to all the giants. Forgotten are all their cries for land the things that Targo promised, and we in Arite would not give.
It struck against the bales the Very Young Man had piled against it. For a moment it held, but with the united efforts of the men pushing from the other side, it slowly yielded and swung open. Targo stepped into the room. To the Very Young Man he seemed nearly a hundred feet high. Only his feet and ankles were visible at first, from where the Very Young Man was watching.
"Loto, to-day this afternoon " The woman gave a little, low cry of anguish, instantly repressed. Her hand gripped his tightly. "No, no, Lylda, not that," he said quickly, "but this afternoon while we were all away Loto was here alone with Eena Targo with his men came. They did not hurt Loto; they took him away in a boat to Orlog." He stopped abruptly. Lylda's eyes never left his face.
"Of course," the Big Business Man interjected under his breath. "If the drugs should ever get out of our possession down here, immeasurable harm would result to this world, as well as causing our own deaths. If we leave now, we save ourselves; although we leave the Oroids ruled by Targo. But without the power of the drugs, he can do only temporary harm. Eventually he will be overthrown.
And because of that they fear and hate us so; yet never have I seen such fearless things as those they did. Death to the giants was their only cry. And I could have killed them hundreds, thousands yet never could I have made them stop while yet they were alive. "I told them Targo I would free. And in Orlog they laughed. For they said that he would free himself before I had returned."
The Chemist opened his mouth to reply, but the Very Young Man bounded away. He could feel the drug beginning to work; the ground under his feet swayed unsteadily. Swiftly he ran straight towards the figure of Targo, where he stood leaning against a tree. His enemy did not move to run away, but stood quietly awaiting him.
"If any others had been with him they would have taken some of the drug also. Probably Targo took one of the pills and then dropped the vial to the ground." "My idea," pursued the Big Business Man, "is for us to get large just as quickly and continuously as possible. Probably you're right about Targo, but don't let's take any chances.
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