Slowly the forest rose up, closed over their heads. Dark glades were here now. The soft air was perfumed by the flowers. The phosphorescence of the ground, more apparent in this arboreal dimness, streamed up to meet the effulgence of starlight which filtered down from overhead. It was a peaceful, glowing forest of strange twilight. And suddenly Carter was aware of the stirring of bird-life in the trees; the sound of insect life under foot. New realms of infinitesimal smallness! "Taroh evidently hasn't started anything while you were gone," he said. "Everything looks okay here. No need to worry over Taroh now, Lea. Not with us here, with the drugs. Your world is in no danger now." No danger? Within the city gates close ahead a sudden shrill cry rose up and floated out over the glowing forest. A cry of startled wonderment; of fear. Then others took it up--a chorus of terror within the little city. Along the top of the city wall the figures of the sentries, etched against the sky, were running. "Why, what the devil--" Carter murmured. Lea, in a panic, was gripping him. "Oh, George, look--off there by the lake!" Far off beyond the crescent tip of the starlit lake a giant figure loomed! The starlight painted a huge man's head and shoulders--bullet head of close-clipped hair. "Taroh!" Lea gasped. Monstrous enlarging giant! He stood for a moment, head and shoulders above the forest trees, peering down at the lake and the little city. And then he came striding forward! * * * * * "Lea, dear--" Carter was clutching her by the shoulders. "Lea, you run on into the city. Find your father--you stay with him, Lea." "Oh, George--what is it you do? The enlarging drug--" Hastily he dumped the pellets into his palm. The white ones this time. How many should he take? He swallowed two; replaced the others. "George--" He felt her gripping him as his senses reeled. "George--" She gasped it in terror as she saw him towering beside her. "It's all right--I'll take care of Taroh. Run, Lea! Run--" Her little face was down at his waist. For a second she stared up; terrified--and wistful. "You will--come back, George?" "Yes. I'll come back--" He gave her a gentle shove; he stood staring as he saw her dwindling figure dart between the dwindling trees. Then he turned and ran back. Soon he was threading the narrowing spaces between the trees which were hardly as high as his head....