The island loomed black and silent ahead of us. What was there? I shipped my oar. We grounded on the beach. No sign of anything. We prowled through the dark trees, with automatics ready. Drake had a small flash light. We came upon the embers of Dianne's signal fire of the morning. Tiny figures stirred in the grass under Drake's light. "Careful, Drake." Dianne bent down cautiously. A microscopic voice called up to her. She said to us: "They have not seen Togaro." She led us a few feet to one side of the embers. "Drake, give me your light." There was a patch of soft loam here, with grass and ferns growing in it. A small rock projected up in the grass. No one would ever have noticed it. Drake and I knelt down carefully over it. Dianne held the light. It was the top of what seemed a bowlder buried here. Only a few jagged inches showed. Rock, scarred and pitted; coppery-looking. Metallic. Drake murmured, "Why, this is a meteorite buried here." It seemed so. We dug with our fingers in the soil around the projection. The thing bulged out underground. A meteorite that might have weighed a ton. Metallic rock, scarred and pitted and fused by the heat of its falling through the atmosphere to earth. Centuries ago it might have fallen, a visitor from the realms of space. It had buried itself here; or been buried since by the drifting silt of the passing years. Dianne had known nothing of its being a meteorite. She showed us now the top projection. Made us understand carefully the exact point within which her atom was contained. It was easy to remember. A tiny crater--a pit into which a pin-point might go. "We descend into that," she said. We studied the configurations of the projection. With my hunting knife I could break off the top fragment easily. She added, "Guard it somewhere--with that little crater held upward as it is now." Ahlma said abruptly, "There is a storm coming." Rain was beginning to fall. The clouds overhead were black. Thunder rumbled in the distance. And then there was a lightning flash nearer at hand. It brightened all the island for an instant. Ahlma cried, "Look there! Did you see him?" The darkness was already again like a wall around us. But we had all seen a giant figure looming into the blackness. A giant, here on the island beach! Another lightning flash. The storm burst over us, with a surge of wind and rain. Upon the circular island beach, stationed at intervals, giant figures had grown into the sky. Six of them so huge that by leaning forward they might have touched hands across the island. Dianne whispered, "We must get smaller! They can trample the island." We were surrounded by them, trapped here--but even in our normal size we were so small that they evidently had not yet seen us.