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To one of normal Oroid size it would have been unnoticeable a space hardly so great as the thickness of a thin sheet of paper. But the Very Young Man could see it plainly; he gauged its size by slipping the edge of his robe into it. This crack was formed by the bottom of the door and the level surface of the floor; there was no sill.
They stood around the house, while the Very Young Man, in the garden, took the drug and dwindled in stature to Oroid size. There were none of the Oroids in sight, except some on the beach and others up the street silently watching. As he grew smaller the Very Young Man sat down wearily in the wreck of what once had been Lylda's beautiful garden.
"Based on the size of a normal Oroid adult, and using the terrestrial standard of feet and inches as they would seem to us when Oroid size, I should say the distance from Arite to the surface of the ring would be about one hundred and fifty to a hundred and sixty thousand miles." "Holy mackerel!" exclaimed the Very Young Man. "Don't let's do much walking while we're small."
"This surface is the outside of the Oroid world, for so they call their earth. At this point the shell between the outer and inner surface is only a few miles in thickness. The two surfaces do not parallel each other here, so that in descending these tunnels we turned hardly more than an eighth of a complete circle.
"You have the idea exactly," smiled the Chemist. "Taking the other viewpoint," said the Doctor. "Just where do you figure this Oroid universe is located in the ring?" "It is contained within one of the atoms of gold," the Chemist answered.
He gave a low, happy little cry, and in another instant was in her arms, sobbing as she held him close to her breast. The Very Young Man's eyes grew moist as he watched them, and heard the soft Oroid words of endearment they whispered to each other.
He stood considerably over six feet in height, with a remarkably powerful yet lean body. He was naked except for a cloth breech clout girdled about his loins. His appearance was not that of an Oroid, for beside his greater height, and more muscular physique, his skin was distinctly of a more brownish hue.
Then he let go of the girl, and, since locks were unknown in this world, began piling as many heavy objects as possible against the door. The girl tried to help him, but he pushed her away. Once he put his ear to the door and listened. He heard voices outside in the strange Oroid tongue. The girl stood beside him. "They are lifting Targo up. He speaks; he is not dead," she whispered.
By these signs they made their guide understand that they wanted these other men to come closer. The Oroid shouted to them in his own quaint tongue, words of a soft, liquid quality with a wistful sound words wholly unintelligible to the adventurers.
"You were waiting for us?" persisted the Doctor; but the other only shook his head and smiled his lack of comprehension. "He only knows the first words he said," the Big Business Man suggested. "He must be from Rogers," the Very Young Man put in. "See, he wants us to go with him." The Oroid was motioning them forward, holding out his hand as though to lead them.
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