The government, too, was in chaos, striving to do a multiplicity of
abnormal things at once. A welter of official activities was around
Drake. He sat watching and listening, waiting an opportunity to take
his part in the one thing most vital to him--the expedition which soon
was to start upon the rescue of the Princess Dianne, and the capture of
the Togarites.
The whereabouts of the enemy was known now. The island at the near-by
horizon held them. It was no more than three miles away across the
water. A public garden and park occupied this small island. No one
lived there, but pleasure parties often went to spend a few hours. The
island had been searched many times and nothing found.
Yet it was Togaro's headquarters, quite evidently. His giant form had
been seen wading out there. He was there now. Drake from the palace
balcony had stood and seen the towering figure in the moonlight. And
then it had dwindled. In smallness there, beyond doubt, the Togarite
ship was hidden. He and his leaders were there.
Drake listened to the council making its plans. An expedition of
young men who had been trained in the use of the drugs was now being
assembled. They were coming into the palace now, in groups, as the
messengers sought them out in the city and brought them.
There seemed only one way to get to the island unperceived by Togaro.
The space-ship in which Drake had arrived was being hastily repaired.
In an hour or two it would be ready. A hundred young men, and Drake
with his automatics, would board it. The ship would then dwindle to a
size very small. It would seem a flight of miles to the island--but the
ship could do that in a brief time. And in such a small size could land
unobserved.
The cause of the turmoil in the city was puzzling and disturbing to the
council. The arrival of Togaro had created an excitement almost verging
upon panic. But the excitement had started before Togaro's arrival. All
during the three-hour daylight preceding, and the night before that, a
strange air of unrest had been apparent among the people. There were
fifty thousand of them here. The near-by rural districts held another
fifty thousand. There was an influx from the country into the city. No
one knew why. Whole families coming in their carts, then abandoning the
carts, and mingling with the city crowds.
Messengers arriving from other cities reported the same conditions.
The people everywhere were frightened, acting strangely. The small
government flyer came on its four-hundred-mile voyage from the other
side of the globe. It was mostly water in that hemisphere; but there
was one island--one large city. It, too, was in a turmoil.
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