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Updated: May 17, 2025
There were many instances of Glora's skill. We squeezed into a gully and waited until it widened; we leapt over expanding caverns; we slid down a smooth yellowish slide of rocks, and saw it behind and over us, rising to become a great spreading ramp extending upward into the blue of the sky. Now, up there, little sailing white clouds were visible.
He took Glora's hand and they walked in advance of me. "We haven't thanked you yet, Glora," he added. "Not needed. I came for help from your world. I followed the Dr. Polter when he came outward. He has made my world and my people, his slaves. I came for help. And because I have helped you, needs no thanks." "But we do thank you, Glora." Alan turned his flushed, earnest face back to me.
They climbed as they dwindled; checked the drug action and rushed into the tunnel-mouth. Alan stopped just for an instant to gaze out over the starlit scene. It was almost the same viewpoint from which he had his first sight of Glora's world only an hour or two before. The distant island beyond the city showed plainly with the shining water around it. The vegetation there was growing!
You lie still, even after I have cut them." I nodded. The movement frightened her so that she leaped backward; but she came again, smiling. The three men were talking earnestly by the ingots. No one else was near us. Glora's tiny voice was louder, so that we both could hear it at once. "When I free you, do not move or they may see that you are loose. I get larger now a little larger and return."
Kent and Babs followed me out within a few moments. But Alan was not with them! He had seen Polter fall. His father and Babs were safe. The sacrifice he had made in leaving Glora was no longer needed. Down there on the rocky plateau, Dr. Kent suddenly realized that Alan was dwindling. "Father, I have to! Don't you understand? Glora's world is menaced. I can't leave her like this.
I was about to stoop to see what I had kicked only a loose stone, perhaps but Glora's words distracted me. I did not stoop. If only I had, how different events might have been! The glow of light ahead of us widened as we approached, and presently we stood at the end of the tunnel. A spread of open distance was outside.
We jammed the pit; but as we stood there, the walls were receding and lifting. I had remarked Glora's downward glance, and shuddered. Suppose, in some slightly smaller size, Babs had been among these rocks! The pit widened steadily. The movement was far swifter now. We stood presently in a great circular valley.
Glora's head was now down at Alan's waist. He stooped and kissed her white forehead; his fingers, just for an instant, smoothed her glossy hair. "Good-bye, Glora." She plunged away, and her tread as she dwindled mashed the forest behind the city. Alan and his father ran for the cliff. They were too large to squeeze into the little hole. But in a moment they made themselves smaller.
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