"Princess, I have much to tell," he answered, and his gaze roved the field. "But it is dangerous here; I am glad I have found you. Harl sent me to this night, but I struck it late. Come, Tina--and your strange-looking friend." It impressed Larry then, and many times afterward, that Tugh's gaze at him was mistrustful, wary. "Come, Larry," said Tina. And again she demanded of Tugh, "I ask you, where is Harl?" "At home. Safe at home, Princess." He gestured toward Major Atwood's house, which now in the growing daylight showed more plainly under its shrouding trees. "That space off there holds our other cage as you know, Tina. You and Harl were pursuing that other cage?" "Yes," she agreed. * * * * * They had stopped at the doorway, where Tugh stood slightly inside. Larry whispered: "What does this mean, Tina?" Tugh said, "Migul, the mechanism, is running wild in the other cage. But you and Harl knew that?" "Yes," she answered, and said softly to Larry, "We will go. But, Larry, watch this Tugh! Harl and I never trusted him." Tugh's manner was a combination of the self-confidence of a man of standing and the deference due his young Princess. He was closing the door, and saying: "Migul, that crazy, insubordinate machine, captured a man from 1935 and a girl from 1777. But they are safe: he did not harm them. Harl is with them." "In our world, Tugh?" "Yes; at home. And we have Migul chained. Harl captured and subdued him." Tugh was at the controls. "May I take you and this friend of yours home, Princess?" She whispered to Larry, "I think it is best, don't you?" Larry nodded. She murmured, "Be watchful, Larry!" Then, louder: "Yes, Tugh. Take us." Tugh was bending over the controls. "Ready now?" "Yes," said Tina. Larry's senses reeled momentarily as the cage flashed off into Time. * * * * * It was a smooth story which Tugh had to tell them; and he told it smoothly. His dark eyes swung from Tina to Larry. "I talked with that other young man from your world. George Rankin, he said his name was. He is somewhat like you: dressed much the same and talks little. The girl calls herself Mary Atwood." He went on and told them an elaborate, glib story, all of which was a lie. It did not wholly deceive Larry and Tina, yet they could not then prove it false. The gist of it was that Mary and I were with Harl and the subdued Migul in 2930. "It is strange that Harl did not come for us himself," said Tina. Tugh's gaze was imperturbable as he answered. "He is a clever young man, but he cannot be expected to handle these controls with my skill, Princess, and he knows it; so he sent me. You see, he wanted very much to strike just this night and this hour, so as not to keep you waiting."