I found the narrow aperture and stood peering down into darkness. Migul crowded behind me. The red beams of its eyes went down into the pit, and by their faint illumination I saw the heads of Larry and a girl, swimming twenty feet below. The girl's dark hair floated out like black seaweed in the water. "The Princess and the strange man!" exclaimed Migul. I called, "Larry! Larry!" His labored voice came up. "George? Thank God! Get us--out of here. Almost--gone, George!" I found my wits: "Then keep quiet! Don't talk. Save your strength. I'll get you out!" But how? I could see that they were almost spent, for they were swimming with labored, inefficient strokes--Larry using most of his strength to hold up the exhausted girl. We had not a moment to spare. I wildly contemplated tearing my garments to make a rope. But Migul pushed me away. "I will bring them. Stand back." The Robot had opened its metal side and drawn forth a flexible wire with a foot-long hook fastened to it. The wire came smoothly out as though unrolling from a drum. It leaned into the aperture and called down to Larry. "Fasten this around the Princess. Be careful not to harm her. Put it under her arms." I saw that there was an eyelet on the wire into which the hook could be inserted to make a loop. "Under her arms," Migul called. "She will have to hold to the hook with her hands or the wire will cut into her. Has she the strength?" Larry floundered as he adjusted the wire. Tina gasped. "I--have the strength." The Robot braced itself, spreading its knees against the aperture with its body leaning forward. "Ready?" it called. "Yes," came Larry's voice. * * * * * Migul's finger pressed a button at the base of its neck, and with the smooth power of machinery the wire cable rolled into its side. Tina came up; Migul gripped her and pulled her through the aperture; laid her gently on the catwalk. I unfastened the hook, and soon Migul had Larry up with us. The Robot stood aside, with its work done, silently regarding us. I need not detail this reunion of Larry and me there on the spray-swept catwalk, clinging to the side of the great dam with the foaming Hudson beneath us. Larry and Tina were not injured, and presently their strength partially returned. We hastily sketched what had happened to each of us. It was Tugh who was the guiding evil genius of all these disasters! Tugh, the exile of Time, the ruthless murderer in many eras! He was here, very probably, in the Power House, a few hundred feet away. And Tina, regarding that Power House with her returning clarity of senses saw that its sending signal lights were off, which meant that the air-power of the New York District was not being supplied. Help from other cities could not arrive.