"Then when Targo rules the land, they will send a messenger to my brother. Him they will tell that the drugs must be given to Targo, or Loto will be killed--wait--when they have the drugs," Aura translated in a swift, tense whisper, "then all of us they will kill." She shuddered. "And with the drugs they will rule as they desire--for evil." "They'll never get them," the Very Young Man muttered. Targo's brother leaned forward and raised a goblet from the table. The movement of his foot upon the floor made the two eavesdroppers jump aside to avoid being struck. Again Aura grasped her companion by the arm. "He is saying Loto is upstairs," she whispered after a moment. "I know where." "I knew it," said the Very Young Man exultingly. "You take us there. Come on--let's get out of here--we mustn't waste a minute." They started back towards the wall nearest them--some fifty feet away--and following along its edge, ran down towards the doorway through which they had entered the room. They were still perhaps a hundred yards away from it, running swiftly, when there appeared in the doorway the feet and legs of two men who were coming in. The Very Young Man and Aura stopped abruptly, shrinking up against the side of the wall. Then there came a heavy metallic clanging sound; the two men entered the room, closing the door. CHAPTER XXXII AN ANT-HILL OUTRAGED "We'll have to get smaller," said the Doctor. "There's Rogers' house." They had been walking along the beach from the king's palace hardly more than a hundred yards. The Doctor and the Big Business Man were in front, and Oteo, wide-eyed and solemn, was close behind them. The Doctor was pointing down at the ground a few feet ahead. There, at a height just above their ankles, stood the Chemist's house--a little building whose roof did not reach more than half-way to their knees, even though it stood on higher ground than the beach upon which they were walking. On the roof they could see two tiny figures--the Chemist and Lylda--waving their arms. The Big Business Man stopped short. "Now see here, Frank, let's understand this. We've been fooling with this thing too damned long. We've made a hell of a mess of it, you know that." He spoke determinedly, with a profanity unusual with him. The Doctor did not answer. "We got here--yesterday. We found a peaceful world. Dissatisfaction in it--yes. But certainly a more peaceful world than the one we left. We've been here one day--one day, Frank, and now look at things. This child, Loto--stolen. Jack disappeared--God knows what's happened to him. A revolution--the whole place in an uproar. All in one day, since we took our place in this world and tried to mix up in its affairs.