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Brett smiled. "It was difficult for us to remember that no haste was
needed. No haste--until we took the girl's Time-rate. And then we
would need all haste possible. We discussed what we were to do. We had
weapons--the electronic flash, for instance, with which we could have
struck down that giant as with a lightning bolt. But could we? I was
not sure--not absolutely sure--that the weapon would be operative. Or
that, perchance, this giant would not by some strange means be proof
against it. A man sixty feet tall is no mean adversary. Suppose he held
the girl before him? Would I dare attack?"
"I suggested," Martt put in, "that we take the normal Time-rate of the
girl, and be in hiding until the giant's size had dwindled to hers. The
dwarfs were growing. But there would only be three of them, against two
of us--and so far as we had seen, they were not armed."
Brett went on: "That didn't seem a good plan. The giant's size was, we
had calculated, rapidly dwindling. Within five minutes he would be the
girl's size. But suppose, instead of standing there during those five
minutes he picked up the girl--made off with her? It was too dangerous.
"At last we decided to make the vehicle, and thus ourselves, somewhat
larger. At the risk seriously of frightening the girl, we decided to
take a stature larger than the giant. Thus, since he was not armed, we
would have little difficulty keeping the girl from harm.
"The forest glade within which our vehicle was hovering was ample for
the growth. We adjusted the mechanisms; and in a few moments of growth
we had reached the determined point. We shut off the switches; the
vehicle fell its few inches to the ground. . . .
"The scene clarified. We were in a somber forest of dull,
orange-colored vegetation. Above us was a deep purple sky, with a few
drifting clouds, and stars gleaming up there in the darkness. They were
the stars of that last universe we had passed; unnatural of aspect, for
they seemed unduly close and unduly small.
"It was not day--nor yet was it night. A queerly shimmering twilight;
shadowless, for the light seemed inherent to everything.
"We were aware of all this in an instant, but we did not stop to regard
it, for Time now was passing. The girl and her assailants were now,
we knew, in full motion. With the flash cylinders in hand we stepped
hastily from the vehicle doorway.
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