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There were ravines in it, and dark holes resembling cave-mouths. One was near us. Alan gazed at it apprehensively. "I say, Glora, I don't like sitting here." I had been telling her all we knew of Polter. She listened quietly, seldom interrupting me. Then she said: "I understand. I tell you now about Polter as I have seen him." She talked for five or ten minutes.
There was a glow of light ahead. I recall that I was at that moment fumbling at my belt in two small compartments in which I was carrying the two vials of the drugs which Glora had given me. Alan wore the same sort of belt. We had found them in the wrecked dome-room. I heard a click on the ground at my feet.
Were Alan and Glora following us now? I could only hope so. Once out of this, Babs and I would have to rejoin them. But how? Panic swept me. I shouldn't have left them. Or at least I should have told them what I was trying to do, and given Alan a chance to plan. The panic grew, the premonition of disaster. From my belt I took the opalescent vial with its one partially used pellet.
Alan heard it above the beating wings of the monstrous fly. Things lurched at the opened door; Polter banged it upon them and rushed away, shouting the alarm through the palace. Dr. Kent was stammering, "Not the enlarging drug, Glora, child, the other! Hurry!" Alan helped Glora with the opalescent vial. Things were lurching toward this room, from the laboratory.
Yet I had to make sure that he and Glora would stay as close to Polter as possible. "All right," Alan agreed. "Listen to them." Polter was talking to Babs. But I didn't hear the words I moved a trifle away. Rash decision! I hardly decided anything. There was only the vision of Babs before me and my love for her. My desperate need of doing something; getting to her, seeing her, being with her.
We had not moved, except to shift our feet as the expanding ground drew them apart. I became aware that Alan and Glora were a distance from me. Glora called: "Come, George! We're going down quickly now." We ran to the pit. It had expanded to a great round hole some six feet wide and equally as deep. Glora let herself down, peered anxiously beneath her, and dropped. Alan and I followed.
But then, if we were very small it would take us hours to get from here to the boat. Glora pointed out where it would land just beyond the village where the houses were set in a sparse fringe. It would be there, apparently, in ten or fifteen minutes. Polter probably was there now with Babs, waiting for it. In our present size we could not get there in time. It was two or three miles at least.
Under my arm was a huge cylinder vial. It was black, the enlarging drug. I set it down. They stared at me in my bloodstained garments. "George! You're " "His blood, not mine." I tried to smile. "Here's the drug he carried. Evidently Polter was only sending him out because I found just the one drug." "What'll we do with it?" Alan demanded. "Look at the size of it!" "Destroy it," said Glora.
And suddenly he was laughing a madness, half hysterical. "Why, this, all this why look, Glora, it's funny! This little world all excited, an ant-hill, outraged! Look! There's our giant sailboat!" Down near their feet the inch-long sailboat stood at its dock. Tiny human figures were rushing for it; others, floundering in the water, were trying to climb upon it. Dr.
We were always far larger than normal in comparison to our environment, and the main distinguishing characteristics of the landscape were obvious the blind gully, with the round pit, for instance, or the ramp slide. We had been traveling some three or four hours when Glora suggested a rest. We were at the edge of a broad canyon.
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