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Updated: September 26, 2025
"What a Christmas he will have," said the Banker, a little huskily. A girl stood in the doorway that led into the dining-room adjoining a curious-looking girl in a gingham apron and cap. Lylda looked up. "Oh, Eena, please will you say to Oteo we want the tree from the wood-shed in the dining-room." The little maid hesitated. Her mistress smiled and added a few words in foreign tongue.
The Chemist then went on to arrange the exact quantities of the drugs they were each to take at specified times, so that at the end they would all be nearly the same size again. When he had explained all this to Oteo and Eena in their native language, they were ready to proceed with the plan. "Who's first?" asked the Very Young Man. "Let me go with Loto."
The beach crawled with their struggling forms, only the spot where Lylda had fallen was black and still. "She's all right," said the Doctor after a moment, bending over Lylda. A cry from Oteo made him straighten up quickly. Out over the horizon, towards Orlog, there appeared the dim shape of a gigantic human form, and behind it others, faint and blurred against the stars!
"Not too much," warned the Doctor vehemently, "only touch it to your tongue." Oteo, with pleading eyes, watched them taking the drug, and the Doctor handed him a pellet, showing him how to take it. As they stood together upon the roof-top, clinging to one another, the city dwindled away rapidly beneath them.
They had just decided to send Oteo to see what had become of him and to bring down Reoh and his daughter, when Lylda unexpectedly returned. It was Eena, standing at one of the side windows, who first saw her mistress. A cry from the girl brought them all to the window. Far away beyond the city they could see the gigantic figure of Lylda, towering several hundred feet in the air.
The Big Business Man had regained his feet and was standing ankle-deep in the water talking to the Doctor when Oteo suddenly plucked at his sleeve. "The Master " he cried. The youth was staring down into the street, with a look of terror on his face.
It was Targo Targo triumphantly standing with uplifted arms before the people he was to rule. When the din that was raised at his appearance had subsided a little he spoke; one short sentence, and then he paused. There was a moment of indecision in the crowd before it broke into tumultuous cheers. "The king he killed," Oteo said softly, looking at his master's friends with big, frightened eyes.
In a few moments more the Chemist, Lylda and Eena had taken the drug and were as large as the others. All six stood in the water beside the Chemist's house. The Chemist had not spoken while he was growing; now he greeted his friends quietly. "A close call, gentlemen. I thank you." He smiled approvingly at the Big Business Man. Eena and Oteo stood apart from the others.
Oteo was standing near them, and the Big Business Man motioned to him. "Besides," he added, "I'm worried about Jack. I think we ought to go up after him. I don't think it ought to take us very long." "With Oteo he knows the way," agreed the Doctor. "It's devilish strange what's keeping that boy."
Oteo, the Chemist's personal servant, a slim youth with a bright, intelligent face, listened carefully to his master's directions and then left the house hurriedly, running up the street towards the center of the city. Once or twice he stopped and spoke to passers-by for a moment, gathering a crowd around him each time. The Chemist rejoined his friends on the balcony.
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