"That is very good, Migul," Tugh said hastily. Mary and I standing gazing at him, did not know then that Mary's father had been murdered. And Tugh did not wish us to know it. "Very good, Migul." He regarded us as though about to speak, but turned again to the Robot. "And so Tina's cage follows us--as you hoped?" "Yes, Master. But now there is only Harl in it. He approached us very close a while in the past. He is alone." "So?" Tugh glanced at the Time-dials. "Stop us where we planned. You remember--in one of those years when this space was the big forest glade." * * * * * He fronted Mary and me. "You are patient, young sir. You do not speak." His glittering black eyes held me. They were red-rimmed eyes, like those of a beast. He had a strangely repulsive face. His lips were cruel, and so thin they made his wide mouth like a gash. But there was an intellectuality stamped upon his features. He held the black cloak closely around his thick, misshapen form. "You do not speak," he repeated. I moistened my dry lips. Tugh was smiling now, and suddenly I saw the full inhuman quality of his face--the great high-bridged nose, and high cheek-bones; a face Satanic when he smiled. I managed, "Should I speak, and demand the meaning of this? I do. And if you will return this girl from whence she came--" "It will oblige you greatly," he finished ironically. "An amusing fellow. What is your name?" "George Rankin." "Migul took you from 1935?" "Yes." "Well, as you doubtless know, you are most unwelcome.... You are watching the dials, Migul?" "Yes, Master." "You can return me," I said. I was standing with my arm around Mary. I could feel her shuddering. I was trying to be calm, but across the background of my consciousness thoughts were whirling. We must escape. This Tugh was our real enemy, and for all the gruesome aspect of the pseudo-human Robot, this man Tugh seemed the more sinister, more menacing.... We must escape. Tugh would never return us to our own worlds. But the cage was stopping presently. We were loose: a sudden rush-- Dared I chance it? Already I had been in conflict with Migul, and lived through it. But this Tugh--was he armed? What weapons might be beneath that cloak? Would he kill me if I crossed him?... Whirling thoughts. * * * * * Tugh was saying, "And Mary--" I snapped from my thoughts as Mary gripped me, trembling at Tugh's words, shrinking from his gaze. "My little Mistress Atwood, did you think because Tugh vanished that year the war began that you were done with him? Oh, no: did I not promise differently? You, man of 1935, are unwelcome." His gaze roved me. "Yet not so unwelcome, either, now that I think of it. Chain them up, Migul; use a longer chain. Give them space to move; you are unhuman." He suddenly chuckled, and repeated it: "You are unhuman, Migul!" Ghastly jest! "Did not you know it?" "Yes, Master."