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It was some twenty feet deep. Glora paused. "We descend here." The gully was an unmistakable landmark open at one end, forty feet long, with the other end terminating in a blind wall which now loomed above us. "A pit is here a hole. I cannot tell just how large it will look when we are in this size." We found it and stood over it a foot-wide circular hole extending downward.
Expanding with a horribly rapid growth. Glora flung something a little wooden rack with a few empty test tubes in it. The rack struck the monstrous fly, but did not hurt it. The fly stood with hairy legs braced under its bulging body. Its multiple eyes were staring at the humans.
We climbed down from the ledge and stood at the base of the towering cliff which reared its jagged wall against the stars. A field and a road were near us. The road seemed of normal size. A man was in the field. He was apparently about my height. He presently discarded his work, walked away from us and vanished. "Hurry, Glora." Alan and I stood beside her while she took pellets from her vials.
Too downhearted to stir, the swans slept that night within the ruined walls of their old home, but, when day broke, each could no longer bear the loneliness, and again they flew westward. And it was not until they came to Inis Glora that they alighted.
"Yes, that's what we're planning. But George, here on this boat " "Of course not. Can't do it here. Tell Glora, to be sure to follow Polter. Whatever happens, you'll think of nothing else: you won't will you?" "George, what " "We've got to make some opportunity." I was trembling inside, fearful that Alan would be suspicious of me.
I thought I had never seen him so handsome, with his boyish, rugged features and shock of tousled brown hair. The grimness of adventure was upon him, but in his eyes there was something else. It was not for me to see it. That was for Glora; and I think that even then its presence and its meaning did not escape her. We reached a little gully near the center of the hilltop.
And there were dark, horribly formless blobs lurching outward and rising with monstrous bulk against the background of the stars! "Alan! Come, lad!" With a prayer for Glora trembling on his lips, Alan plunged into the dim phosphorescent gloom of the tunnel.
The room was littered with wreckage. I saw that by some miracle of chance the microscope was still standing, and I had a moment of sanity. "Alan! Watch out! The microscope the platform! Don't smash them! And Glora be careful not to hurt her!" I suddenly became aware that my head and my shoulders had struck the dome roof. Why, this was a tiny room!
We had used none of our enlarging drug upon the journey, and the supply she had given us of the other was almost gone. As I took these pellets which Glora now gave us, standing there by the side of that road, I recall that I was struck with the realization that never once upon this journey had I conceived myself to be other than normal stature. I am normally about six feet tall.
And the girl, Glora, seized the opportunity to come nearer. We both heard her tiny voice: "Do not move! Close your eyes! Make him think you are still unconscious." Then she was gone, like a mouse hiding in the shadows near us. Amazement swept Alan's face; he twisted, mouthed at his gag. But he saw my eager nod and took his cue from me. I closed my eyes and lay stiff, breathing slowly.
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