"It's time to call a halt, Frank. If only we can get Jack back. That's the bad part--we've got to find Jack. And then get out; we don't belong here anyway. It's nothing to us--why, man, look at it." He waved his arm out over the city. In the street beside them they could see a number of little figures no bigger than their fingers, staring up into the air. "What is all that to us now, as we stand here. Nothing. Nothing but a kid's toy; with little animated mannikins for a child to play with." "We've got to find Jack," said the Doctor. "Certainly we have--and then get out. We're only hurting these little creatures, anyway, by being here." "But there's Rogers and Lylda," added the Doctor. "And Loto and Lylda's sister." "Take them with us. They'll have to go--they can't stay here now. But we must find Jack--that's the main thing." "Look," the Doctor said, moving forward. "They're shouting to us." They walked up and bent over the Chemist's house. Their friend was making a funnel of his hands and trying to attract their attention. The Big Business Man knelt upon the beach and put his head down beside the house. "Make yourselves smaller," he heard the Chemist shouting in a shrill little voice. "We think it best not to. You must come up to us. Serious things have happened. Take the drug now--then we'll tell you." The Big Business Man, with his knees upon the beach, had one hand on the sand and the other at the gate of Lylda's garden. His face was just above the roof-top. The two little figures consulted a moment; then the Chemist shouted up, "All right; wait," and he and Lylda disappeared into the house. A moment afterwards they reappeared in the garden; Eena was with them. They crossed the garden and turned into the street towards the flight of steps that led down to the lake. The Big Business Man had regained his feet and was standing ankle-deep in the water talking to the Doctor when Oteo suddenly plucked at his sleeve. "The Master--" he cried. The youth was staring down into the street, with a look of terror on his face. The Big Business Man followed the direction of his glance; at the head of the steps a number of men had rushed upon the Chemist and the two women, and were dragging them back up the hill. The Big Business Man hesitated only a moment; then he reached down and plucking a little figure from one of the struggling groups, flung it back over his shoulder into the lake. The other assailants did not run, as he had expected, so he gently pried them apart with his fingers from their captives, and, one by one, flung them into the air behind him. One who struck Lylda, he squashed upon the flagstones of the street with his thumb. Only one escaped. He had been holding Eena; when he saw he was the last, he suddenly dropped his captive and ran shrieking up the hill into the city. The Big Business Man laughed grimly, and got upon his feet a little unsteadily. His face was white.