He made a little murmuring sound to the man; and raising his face to the sun, smiled and nodded once more. The man pushed him backwards with one foot, always pointing at the door. He turned, and crawled back into the shed. Dully he watched the man; who stood for a long time staring at the door where the lock had been--then strode to the pile of metal and picked up a chain. He did not move when he felt the chain around his body. He closed his eyes, and did not open them until he heard the door shut. He did not move all that day. He only watched the little window. When, finally, the little window grew black, he drew his machine from under the cushions, and connected it again at the wall. The chain was fastened to a leg of the bench, and allowed him to do this. He destroyed a portion of the chain, and loosened it from his body. He crawled to the wall farthest from the house where the people lived. Moving the machine in a slow arc, he cut a hole in the wall. Disconnecting the wires, he used them to fasten the machine around his waist. Then he went out into the night. He did not know where he was going--except that he was going away from these beings that held him prisoner without a reason. At first they had seemed kind--but they were kind no longer. Something had changed them, he thought; but he could not guess what.... He had progressed less than a hundred yards when a sudden tumult of sound froze him with terror. It was coming at him through the dark, a hoarse, senseless, animal cry. And bounding toward him he saw the dark shadow of a beast. He knew instinctively that here was an unreasoning creature--and all the strength went out of him. He lay flat and limp on his face. Now he heard its panting breath, and felt the heat of it on his body.... At the same time, but only semi-consciously, he heard the loud shouts of men. As in a dream, he felt himself grasped roughly and lifted from the ground. Soon he knew that he was back in the shed again. He saw a man standing above him holding his machine. He felt strangely detached--as if he were not there at all. He saw the man look at the machine; look at the door; look at the chain; look at the hole in the wall; look at the light cord. He saw the man connecting his machine to the light cord; he felt powerless to warn the man that he might be connecting it wrong--that there were two ways: one right, one wrong.... An explosion threw the man heavily against the wall. He could see the man struggling slowly up--coming towards him--kicking him. But he could hardly feel the kick at all--and everything got dark.... When light came back it was just a small square above him. That puzzled him, until he reached out and found wooden walls all around him--very close. He was in a box. He became suddenly fully conscious of the fact. Looking down at him from above he saw the faces of two of the men of Toon.