The Big Business Man stared out over the waving, cheering throng, with the huge, dominant, triumphant figure of Targo above and muttered to himself, "The king is dead; long live the king." When he could make himself heard, Targo spoke again. The Doctor and the Big Business Man were leaning over the parapet watching the scene, when suddenly a stone flew up from the crowd beneath, and struck the railing within a few feet of where they were standing. They glanced down in surprise, and realized, from the faces that were upturned, that they were recognized. A murmur ran over the crowd directly below, and then someone raised a shout. Four words it seemed to be, repeated over and over. Gradually the shout spread--"Death to the Giants," the Big Business Man knew it was--"Death to the Giants," until the whole mass of people were calling it rhythmically--drowning out Targo's voice completely. A thousand faces now stared up at the men on the roof-top and a rain of stones began falling around them. The Doctor clutched his friend by the arm and pulled him back from the parapet. "They know us--good God, don't you see?" he said tensely. "Come on. We must get out of this. There'll be trouble." He started across the roof towards the opening that led down into the house. The Big Business Man jerked himself free from the grasp that held him. "I do see," he cried a little wildly. "I do see we've been damn fools. There'll be trouble. You're right--there will be trouble; but it won't be ours. I'm through--through with this miserable little atom and its swarm of insects." He gripped the Doctor by both shoulders. "My God, Frank, can't you understand? We're men, you and I--men! These creatures"--he waved his arm back towards the city--"nothing but insects--infinitesimal--smaller than the smallest thing we ever dreamed of. And we take them seriously. Don't you understand? Seriously! God, man, that's funny, not tragic." He fumbled at the neck of his robe, and tearing it away, brought out a vial of the drugs. "Here," he exclaimed, and offered one of the pellets. "Not too much," warned the Doctor vehemently, "only touch it to your tongue." Oteo, with pleading eyes, watched them taking the drug, and the Doctor handed him a pellet, showing him how to take it. As they stood together upon the roof-top, clinging to one another, the city dwindled away rapidly beneath them. By the time the drug had ceased to act there was hardly room for them to stand on the roof, and the house, had it not been built solidly of stone, would have been crushed under their weight. At first they felt a little dizzy, as though they were hanging in mid-air, or were in a balloon, looking down at the city. Then gradually, they seemed to be of normal size again, balancing themselves awkwardly upon a little toy-house whose top was hardly bigger than their feet.