They hid, out of sight around a corner of the lower rock-face of the mountain; crouched, waiting with wildly beating hearts. But it was useless. Either they had been seen or the animals scented them. Soon they heard the man calling his mount. No noise of galloping hoofs, for the beasts ran lightly on padded feet. A moment, then the animals burst into view around the jutting rock; bounded up and stopped before the crouching girls. The man dismounted. His grin was a leer of triumph. He spoke to Leela--a harsh, guttural command in her own language, as he had spoken before when he forced the drug upon her. Leela dragged herself to her feet, and Frannie after her. The man spoke again. Less harshly this time, and at greater length. He gestured at Frannie. Leela said, with a quiver in her voice that she tried to hold to calmness, "He tells me that his name is Rokk. This woman here is his mate--he calls her Mobah. He says they come from a very big world--down here to our world of infinite smallness. Oh, Frannie, what can we do? He says they are going to take us with them, up there to that Giant World." Frannie, too, strove for calmness. "Ask him--why? What harm have we done to him? Tell him--we don't want to go----" Leela turned to this man who had called himself Rokk. Then she appealed to the woman--but the woman stared dumbly and turned away. "Frannie--he says we will learn later what he wants. He says--we will not be harmed if we cause no trouble. We are going--he says he is going to take us----" "Which way?" Frannie interrupted. "I don't know. I suppose to Reaf." "Ask him." Leela asked him. "Yes, by way of Reaf. He says we will mount the animals--he calls them dhranes. They run very swiftly--as Brett describes your wolves of the northern ice-fields of your Earth." Frannie demanded, "He says we go to Reaf?" "Yes. We will cross the island--out the lagoon--riding the dhranes as they swim." Memory of the island--the arcade--the lagoon and the lake came to Frannie. The island! It seemed so remote, so gigantic. This vast rocky waste surrounding them now was only a small patch of white sand beside the arcade wall. She said swiftly, "Leela, ask him how we can ever do that when we are so small? Why, it must be hundreds of miles--for us in this size--just to reach the shore of the island." "I told him that. He said, 'Of course.' He said he has been riding from the thicket ever since he got small enough to avoid Brett's sight. While they were still diminishing they were riding. He was afraid Brett would see them--but he had to take that chance." "I mean," said Frannie breathlessly, "tell him we must get larger. It is too far in this small size. Tell him you know the island and the lake well--we will help him escape----" Leela nodded eagerly. "So that if we get large, Brett may see us?" "Yes. Try and get him to make us large at once--now. Tell him we'll help him----"