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Updated: June 27, 2025
Our love was sweeping us in this desperate moment, and it seemed that above us was a remote Earth world holding the promise of all our dreams. Or were we cross-starred, doomed like the realm of the atom? Was this swift embrace now marking the end of everything for us? Babs called, "Dr. Polter?" We could feel his movements stopping. "Yes? You are all right, Babs?"
She iss kind and very beautiful. When she iss large, you will see how beautiful." A small stone suddenly came up from the throng of little people and struck Polter on the shoulder. Then another. The crowd, emboldened, made a rush: surged against his legs. He shouted, "You do that? Why, how dare you? I show you what giants do when you make dem angry!"
I could see the black vial back across the broken rock surface, with the bulge of Polter's hip above it. I ran back and reached the vial, tugged at its huge stopper. The cork began to yield under my panting, desperate efforts. In a moment I would have a pellet of the enlarging drug; make away with it and startle Polter so that Babs might dart off and escape.
He was escaping with the golden cage, out of this doomed atomic world to the Earth above. Glora murmured, "There is our way out. Your way. And that is Polter going. I do not think he saw us. So much is growing gigantic here." Dr. Kent muttered, "We will wait a moment wade across or leap over, and follow him out. Babs is with him dear God I hope so! This is a doomed realm!" Alan held Glora close.
They ran out of the open end of the shrinking little gully and came to a new upward vista.... I found myself a full head and shoulders taller than Polter. And he was tiring, panting heavily. His face was cut and bleeding from the blows of my fist. The rock I heaved struck his shoulder. He roared, head down, and bored into me. He was heavier than I. His weight flung me back.
Beyond the tiny city, was a range of mountains, a cliff, gleaming in the starlight, and tunnel-mouths. Suddenly against the stars off there, Alan saw the enlarging figure of Polter, his hunched shape unmistakable. He was facing the other way. He lunged and scrambled into a yawning black hole in the mountains. Polter was escaping! None of these people except himself had the drugs.
He scrambled against the valley cliff wall as though trying to find a foothold to climb up it. He went a little way, but fell back. Near me, Alan and old Dr. Kent suddenly appeared. I was larger than they. Alan gasped with surprise. "You, George! You got Babs " "Yes Babs is around somewhere! Stay down here! Don't lose her in size! Stay small! Search and " "But, George " "I'll tackle Polter.
"No, I want to talk to him, after all these years when I thought he was dead." "Scheming? You think, my little Babs, that he has the drugs? I am not so much a fool. He makes them. He can do that. And that last secret reaction, only he can perform. He iss stubborn. Never would he tell me that one reaction. But he makes no drugs complete, only when I am here." "No, Dr. Polter!
I lurched and struck, with my shoulders wedged against the cliff directly over where they crouched. The overhead sky was darkened as Polter scrambled upward. Alan was still screaming futilely. Babs huddled with white horrified face, staring. Then I went out after Polter. My disappearing legs were great dark blurs in the sky.
He seemed an old man, queerly old, with snow-white hair. I had an instant of whirling impressions. Something was familiar about his face. It was wrinkled and seamed with lines of age and care. There were gentle blue eyes. Then all I could see was the vast spread of his white shirt and coat, a black splotch of his tie outside our bars as Polter faced him. Babs gave a low cry. "Why why dear God "
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