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It was Alan and Glora, who had followed Polter from the boat, then diminished again and had come running through the tiny crack under the metal door of the laboratory. They grew to a foot in size, down by Dr. Kent's legs. He was too unnerved to stand; he sat in a chair while Alan swiftly told him what had happened. Babs was in the golden cage. Dr.
And now, four years later, Polter was immensely rich, with a "gold mine" in mountains where there was no other evidence of gold! I seemed to see some connection. Alan, I knew, was groping with a dim idea, so strange he hardly dared voice it. "I tell you, it's weird, George. The sight of him.
I thought of Babs, down there with Polter, beyond the vanishing point in the realm of infinitely small. They had been gone an hour at least. Every moment lost now was adding to Babs' danger. Glora sat with us on the platform. Strange little creature! She was wholly calm now; methodical with her last directions. There had been no time for her to tell us anything about herself.
That little fragment of golden quartz which he wanted me to be so careful of contained a world with human inhabitants! Father knew it, or suspected it. And I think the chemical problem on which he was working aimed for some drug. I know it was a drug they were compounding, Polter said so once, a radioactive drug; I remember listening at the door.
"George, it's father! He's alive!" "Quiet, Babs! Don't let him know I'm here. Remember!" The old man recognized her. "Babs!" It was an agonized cry. The blur of him was gone as he sank down into his chair. Polter continued standing, I could envisage his sardonic grin. From over us came Polter's rumble. "She iss glad to see you, Kent. I haf her here, safe.
But Babs, a prisoner in the golden cage, was with Polter, plunging upward in size. And his father was beside him, pleading. "Alan come I can't get out alone, or save Babs. And Polter, with the power of this drug, can conquer and enslave our Earth as he has enslaved Orena just one little city of one tiny golden atom! Believe me, lad, your duty lies above."
We rolled on the ground, locked together; rolled to the brink of the pit and over it, as it shrank to a little round hole unnoticed beneath our threshing bodies! At the side of the circular valley Alan and Dr. Kent crouched with the smaller figure of Babs between them. They saw Polter and me as two swaying gigantic forms locked in a death struggle, towering against the sky.
His body was jammed back against a lowering wall. Its top seemed almost at our knees. I shoved frantically. He fell backward and I jumped after him. We were on a great rocky plateau. But it was shrinking, crawling into itself. Spots of light were in the murk overhead: there seemed a distant circular horizon of emptiness around us. Polter was lying in a heap.
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.
I had the wish to get to my father with these drugs." "No!" exclaimed Alan. "We must keep close to Polter!" We were ready with our pellets. But a sudden activity in the road made us pause. The crowd of little people were hostile to Polter. A sullen hostility. They milled about him as he stood there, gazing down at them sardonically. And abruptly he shouted at them in English.
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