"Dianne, you must keep close behind me." Fear for her came upon me again. We were both unarmed, but so was Togaro, very probably. There was only the weapon of size. "Don't go so fast, Dianne. Look, he's coming back from the city! Are we large as he is?" She was swimming ahead of me. "Try standing up, Dianne. See if you can wade yet. Dianne, wait! Keep behind me, I tell you!" She was a faster swimmer than I. She did not heed me. The curve of the tiny island was beside us. A cove, with a headland a few feet high, was to our right--the entrance to New York harbor. A line of buoys, smaller than fishing bobs, lay on the water to mark the ship channel. Togaro was farther out in the open sea. My foot touched the ocean bottom. Dianne suddenly stood up. Then Togaro turned and saw us! I called: "Dianne! Come back!" Togaro was still somewhat taller than Dianne. He was what seemed a hundred feet from her. I was swimming frantically, twenty feet or so behind her. She and I were growing; and I saw Togaro's hand go to his mouth. He had taken more of the enlarging drug! He stood for just an instant, surprised by our presence. Then he shouted: "You! Why--" She made a rush forward, and dived into the water. With all my strength I swam. Togaro moved sidewise, then came at me. But Dianne suddenly appeared, rose up at his waist, where the water surged, and gripped him. He bellowed: "Dianne--let go of me, you fool!" She must have tripped him. He went down, splashing, roaring. I saw him strike her and heave her off. I had stood up. The water was below my waist now. The little headlands of the land seemed only a few hundred feet away. I waded, and as Togaro shook Dianne loose and heaved himself upright, I closed with him. He was a full head taller. His powerful arms went around me, bending me backward. His evil face leered at me. "So, Frank Ferrule? You want to make a test like this? I'll kill you now--as I should have long ago." He was horribly strong. His arms were crushing me. We were both expanding. We swayed and struggled, lashing the water white around us. His drug belt, with its water-tight metal vials, pressed against me. One of his legs went behind me, but I twisted, avoiding being thrown. The water level was receding. It was down to our knees now. I straightened and got a hand under Togaro's chin. He suddenly cast me loose, and as I staggered and almost fell he leaped upon my back, forcing me down. We had surged away from Dianne. I called frantically: "Dianne--keep off! You make it harder for me." I found myself bent down by Togaro's weight, so that I was half sprawled upon a tiny shore front. A little line of cliffs the size of my hand. Fortifications here--a child's toy fort, smashed by a chunk of rock lying upon it. I sprawled. There were humans here, frantic little insects running.