That didn’t seem to comfort him much. “I sure hope this thing works,” he said. With the fate of the war at stake, I sure hoped so myself; but I wasn’t going to express any doubts about it. Baldy and I sat down and lighted up our pipes. “Just keep your mind on the nearest submarine Commander,” I said. “And then jump into him and go to work. Then--withdraw. You’ll be back here with us instantaneously and we’ll start you right off again, it’s a cinch,” I assured him. “I sure hope so,” he agreed. “Nazi submarine Commander,” Baldy put in with sudden thought. “There might be a U. S. sub out there, Porky. Now listen--don’t you get this thing mixed--” “It’s just plain suicide--that’s what it is,” Lisbeth murmured resentfully. But Baldy and I silenced her. And then Porky went to work. He was stretched on the sand with head and shoulders propped up by his elbows behind him. We all held our breaths. For a minute or two Porky just stared moodily out at the purple sea. Concentrating. Lisbeth was sitting beside him; she seemed afraid to look at him. “I won’t let him do it,” she muttered. “Shut up,” Baldy growled. “You’ll break the spell.” Then suddenly Porky gave a twitch. His body stiffened, then went limp. There was a little thud as his head and shoulders fell back onto the sand. Lisbeth gave a suppressed cry. Baldy and I exhaled; and then went back to puffing at our pipes. You’ve got to have poise in a thing like that; take it in stride, so to speak. “Well, he’s at work,” Baldy murmured at last. “Pretty soon we ought to be getting results.” “Yes,” I agreed. “I’ll bet those Nazi sailors on the sub are getting kind of surprised, just about now.” I could picture it. A startled wonderment spreading around the sub at the queer actions of the Commander. Or maybe the whole thing was exploding just about now. More time passed. On the sand beside us Porky’s body lay inert. You could hardly tell that he wasn’t dead. I could feel Lisbeth’s gaze roving Baldy and me as though we were a couple of murderers. Then all of a sudden Lisbeth gave a sharp, startled cry. “Oh, my heavens! Look! Look there!” We all saw it at once. Out in front of us, half a mile out maybe, the purple sea suddenly heaved up. There was a great cascade of water out of which a monstrous dark green shape rose towering two or three hundred feet into the air. The Green Giant! There he was. How can I describe him? I can’t. Not adequately, because he was too awesome, too weird, too incredible--but there he was. A great green man-shape. * * * * *