Harl had met his death, as I have described. We never knew exactly what he did, of course, after leaving that night of 1777. It seems probable, however, that some passer-by startled him into flashing away into Time. Then he must have seen with his instrument evidence of the other cage passing, and impulsively followed it--to his death in the burned forest of the year 762. * * * * * Larry and Tina waited. The dawn presently began paling the stars; and still Harl did not come. The little space by the fence corner was empty. "It will soon be daylight," Larry whispered. "We can't stay here: we'll be discovered." They were anachronisms in this world; misfits; futuristic beings who dared not show themselves. Larry touched his companion--the slight little creature who was a Princess in her far-distant future age. But to Larry now she was just a girl. "Frightened, Tina?" "A little." He laughed softly. "It would be fearful to be marooned here permanently, wouldn't it? You don't think Harl would desert us? Purposely, I mean?" "No, of course not." "Then we'll expect him to-morrow night. He wouldn't stop in the daylight, I guess." "I don't think so. He would reason that I would not expect him." "Then we must find shelter, and food, and be here to-morrow night. It seems long to us, Tina, but in the cage it's just an instant--just a trifle different setting of the controls." She smiled her pale, stern smile. "You have learned quickly, Larry. That is true." A sudden emotion swept him. His hand found hers; and her fingers answered the pressure of his own. Here in this remote Time-world they felt abruptly drawn together. He murmured, "Tina, you are--" But he never finished. The cage was coming! They stood tense, watching the fence corner where, in the flat dawn light, the familiar misty shadow was gathering. Harl was returning to them. The cage flashed silently into being. They stood peering, ready to run to it. The door slid aside. * * * * * But it was not Harl who came out. It was Tugh, the cripple. He stood in the doorway, a thick-set, barrel-chested figure of a man in a wide leather jacket, a broad black belt and short flaring leather pantaloons. "Tugh!" exclaimed Tina. The cripple advanced. "Princess, is it you?" He was very wary. His gaze shot at Larry and back to Tina. "And who is this?" A hideously repulsive fellow, Larry thought this Tugh. He saw his shriveled, bent legs, crooked hips, and wide thick shoulders set askew--a goblin, in a leather jerkin. His head was overlarge, with a bulging white forehead and a mane of scraggly black hair shot with grey. But Larry could not miss the intellectuality marking his heavy-jowled face; the keenness of his dark-eyed gaze. These were instant impressions. Tina had drawn Larry forward. "Where is Harl?" she demanded imperiously. "How have you come to have the cage, Tugh?"