We were head and shoulders above the trees now. Across the dwindling fields I could see the open water of the Sound. A giant was to one side, a mile or so. He had seen us! It was too late to retreat. Suddenly Dianne jerked away from me. I ran beside her, saying: "We'll head for the water, straight over the fields." "Yes, Frank." A dozen giants who yet were larger than ourselves were near at hand, running at us. Then they stopped and stared off toward Long Island. A monstrous figure rose up in the distant ocean; stood a moment, and then plunged again. Togaro, swimming down to New York! Dianne recognized him. "Togaro!" "Yes. Alone! Dianne, I think he's got all their drugs." "We must get larger than he is!" The water off Long Island Sound spread close ahead. Off to one side, down by our feet, a wrecked little village lay in the starlight. We were bounding along--Dianne ran like a fawn. Giants--diverted momentarily by watching Togaro--were now closing in upon us. One fellow in advance of the others barred our way. I ran at him. His sling whizzed a pebble at me. It struck my shoulder. My fist caught his jaw. He toppled backward into the Sound. Dianne went past him, splashing. I caught up with her. The other giants had retreated. They had no drugs, and we were now taller than they. Their slings flung a rain of pebbles after us. We waded the Sound. The giants on Long Island kept away from us. We had grown well over five hundred feet now, and bounded across the little width of the island. The dawn was coming. We stood gazing out over the placid ocean; it lapped with a foaming line of ripples on the narrow beach. Togaro was down by Sandy Hook. His monstrous figure loomed up against the fading stars. He had not seen us, evidently. There was no way that these frightened giants near here could communicate with him. We took more of the drug. "If we can get as large as he is, Dianne--" She pulled me down so that we crouched along the empty length of beach. A giant behind us flung a bowlder. But to us now it was small as a pea. It stung my face where it struck. "Let's try swimming down," I murmured. "Take it slowly and wait until we get large enough to attack him." My heart was thumping so that it seemed almost to smother me. This would be the supreme test. These Togarite giants to me now were dwindling pygmies. They had none of the drug. Helpless, futile little enemies. The Togarite hordes up in Maine? Why, they would soon be small as ants. The Earth forces, hovering on the outskirts of this little patch of devastated country, were only excited little gnats. I laughed with a touch of hysteria as the power of my size surged over me. "Dianne, all that back there amounts to nothing. We can control it. There's only Togaro!" Just that single enemy left. We heard the rumble of his voice. We saw him stride toward New York City--his head and shoulders towering over the horizon level. We swam beside a dwindling shore front.