It occurred to me suddenly that we had brought no weapons. In the awed fear of our taking the drug for the first time, confronting this unknown experience, we had completely forgotten them. "Could we have brought them?" Drake asked. "A small revolver perhaps," said Dianne. "Held under your arm. I never thought of it--we have no such weapons in our world. Togaro, I think, will not have them--and you are two against him." "We'll never find him," I declared. "Not in such a place as this. How small would he get, do you think?" "He would not dare get very small. It would lead him--you can see--into the unknown." I could indeed. These caves here under us--another of those pellets; it would carry us down, with illimitable space opening up around us. Even this small area upon which my foot now rested would open up into a universe if I were to get small enough! Drake said, "No use exploring here. Not in this size. Dianne, how about us getting larger? A trifle larger--and on the upper surface we can move about--cover a greater area. We might locate him--" Togaro had the drug in the same size pellets as did Dianne. It seemed likely that he would have taken one--come to this size we now had reached. But to go back he would have to get larger again. We might have our best chance of encountering him going back. Or wait, up there in the room--with a bright light and careful watch. We stood at the entrance of a huge elongated cavern. A dozen of these tunnel mouths, about as high as our heads, opened into it. The cavern was some two hundred feet in length; half as wide and a hundred feet or so high. A flattened elongated cell. It was dim and shadowed. Our lowered voices reverberated across it with muffled echoes. Drake said, "No chance this way, Dianne." But we had miscalculated this fellow Togaro. He had not been attempting to escape us; he was luring us on. Progressively smaller always than ourselves--since he had taken the drug before we did--he had kept within sight of us. We saw him now, standing along the side of this cavern not fifty feet from us! A stalwart, heavy-set figure; trousers, a white shirt open at the throat exposing a massive hairy chest. He was now somewhat shorter than Drake, though taller than I. He had been lurking in some recess of the cavewall. He came out and the movement attracted us. I cried, "There he is!" Drake and I would have rushed at him, but Dianne seized us. "Wait!" A glow of light from some overhead opening fell upon the standing figure. Bare-headed; massive, bullet head. A face--the face of the midnight visitor--regarding us sardonically. And in that instant Drake and I realized why Dianne was holding us. She was fumbling frantically at her belt. The leering figure of Togaro off there was visibly growing larger! An instant and he was as tall as Drake. Then taller. He came leaping at us! CHAPTER VII _The Flight in the Cellular Caverns_