It grew and grew. It seemed it must now be touching the scanner's outside cell; but no, it grew even greater. At last it could not be seen in its entirety, then only its face showed. It was a hideous face, twisted with sardonic malice. The face grew. When it stopped, only one enormous eye filled the screen. Jerry cleared his throat. "Do you know what that means?" he asked. "It means that, at a conservative estimate, the critter is--" "Go on," said Daley impatiently, when Jerry's silence had lengthened intolerably. "It must be at least one thousand feet tall," said the O. O. There was a long, unbroken stillness, a hush of horror and disbelief in the control room. Finally Circe said slowly, "I think I'm going to faint." And she did. CHAPTER X The long-unused armaments room was half the width of the ship away. They went toward it silently, seven men and a girl, praying that their visitor would not meet them or spot their furtive advance on the intercom. They slunk into the gunroom and Pink, coming last, ran the heavy emergency bolt across the door behind him. The armaments officer was dead, of course. Pink said quietly, "Who knows the principles of these weapons?" Daley and Joe Silver raised their hands. "Activate the viewers, then." Two walls darkened and became the silver-flecked night of space; it was as if they had become suddenly transparent. Half a dozen of the void-giants showed near the _Elephant's Child_, hovering or slowly drifting around the bow of the ship. "Now," said the captain, "if only our friend in the bottle has left us our guns--train 'em on those monstrosities and fire every forward battery simultaneously." The lieutenants, seated in foam-chairs behind the double banks of the gun controls, manipulated instruments that were very like the sights on common atom-pistols. Thin blue lines moved across the reflected picture of the space beyond the ship's nose, steadied and centered on the nearest giants. Silver glanced at Daley, who said, "Count o' three, Joe." Every man leaned forward, scowling at the screens. The nearest space-soarer squinted full in their faces, as though he could actually see them as they were scanning him. Coincidence, but--Pink shuddered. "One," said Daley. "Two." The _Elephant's Child_ rocked wildly up and back as thirty platinum guns, the heaviest type in the known universe, fired their hell-projectiles--great shells whose inconceivable destructive power was released by the splitting of the curium atom. In flight, the ship would have absorbed the tremendous recoil automatically; stationary as she was, it bucked her over like a blown leaf. The shells, set to explode at the very closest range that safety permitted, flashed upon the twin screens like bursting suns. Human eyes looking directly at such a bombardment would have crisped in their sockets; even on the screens their glare was too bright for comfort. The men blinked, peered sharply for signs of the effect on the giants.