The hand of each of the girls went suddenly to their mouths. They reeled, clutching at each other; and Drake and I, with recovered wits, moved to aid them. But they steadied. They smiled. And they had stopped growing. Dianne, about as tall as I had always remembered her; this other girl, whom she had called Ahlma, a trifle taller; and it seemed, perhaps, a year or two older. A girl singularly beautiful in Dianne's own fashion. Golden hair like Dianne's. And a crescent on her forehead. But it seemed a paler crescent than Dianne's. Drake stammered, "Why, Dianne!" I think he had said that and nothing else half a dozen times before. The girls were still furtive, apprehensive. Dianne said hurriedly, "Don't question now, Drake. Frank, dear--stop looking at me like that! Your boat is here?" I said, "Yes, Dianne." "This is Ahlma. My servant and my friend. Is father all right, Frank?" "Yes." "I want to get to him. Take us to the boat. Have you something you can cover us with?" Her hand gripped my arm. It strangely reassured me to feel her human grip. Drake reached out hesitantly and touched her. And she laughed and kissed us both. Our same human, beautiful little Dianne. "Ahlma, these all my life were my brothers." "We have coats in the boat," I said. "Is father here? At the house here?" "Yes," said Drake. "Come." We started with them for the boat. "You're afraid," said Drake. "You have enemies here? These giants?" "But I can't tell you now! Yes, enemies. They know what I am trying to do. They want to stop me. One of them, the leader--we call him Togaro--" She gazed around us. "He is here, I think. He and a party of his men. Drake, you can't realize the jungle deeps of this vast island when you are small! Deserts of rock--vast caverns--it's so different when you are small! I'm afraid of him--I want to get to father." We came to the beach. She added, "I would tell you now what I have come for. But he might be here at our feet. He knows, I think, that I have come to join you." The midnight visitor. Was he this Togaro? "Get in," said Drake. He stared at the girl in the white robe. He said to her, "This thing is so inconceivably strange to us--we don't know what to say--we--am I to call you Ahlma?" She met his gaze and smiled; and it seemed that a faint wave of color suffused her neck and face. She said, with a queer accent. "Yes, I am Ahlma. You are Drake--and you are Frank. I have heard very much from Dianne about you." Her voice gave Drake a startled realization. Her accent was indescribable. But Drake recognized it! Unmistakably the accent of the midnight visitor. The girls sat in the stern of the dory. We covered them with the oilskins so that any one observing us would see nothing unusual about them. They had searched and made us search the boat. There was no human thing aboard it save ourselves. No figure even the size of our finger could have lurked there and escaped our search.