They stood, Drake, Ahlma and Alt, three giants, gazing out over the lake. The dawn was nearer than Drake had realized. The sky above the island was turning red. A bank of clouds off there was reddening. The swift-coming dawn was at hand. The moon was fading. The scene everywhere was brightening. Upon the island, where a green hill showed dark against the lightening sky, something abnormal showed. A dark shape, growing, expanding. It spread, sidewise and upward; not a human shape, not a giant, but something far more ominous. It was rounded and oblong; and to be visible at this distance it must be already a hundred feet long. Then in a moment it was twice that. It seemed shoving at the hill with its growth--shoving itself toward the water. The Togaro space-ship! It had come now suddenly from its hiding place. Realization swept Drake with a surge of horror. Togaro's departure was at hand! The ship was expanding with tremendous rapidity. It soon had shoved itself off the island with its growth. It lifted slightly and then settled upon the water, floating on a raft-like hull of pontoons. Another minute. It lay off there as though moored to the tiny island. It was still growing, a monstrous thing now. Most of it was below the curve of the horizon, but its stern loomed up beside the island. A ship a mile long now. In another minute it might be twice that. Drake's thoughts were whirling. This monstrous thing--why didn't it rise and be gone? As though to answer his thoughts he became aware that Ahlma and Alt had turned and were gazing again over the city. Then Drake knew why the Togaro vehicle was lingering. From everywhere about the distant landscape, from a hundred points in the spread of the city, giants were rising! The dawn--this dawn now beginning--was the signal. Giants, widely scattered at various points, appearing now out of smallness! There was a giant whose head and shoulders rose from one of the city streets quite near at hand. The sight of him caught Drake's fascinated attention. He grew with amazing swiftness to a height of perhaps two hundred feet. Then his growth suddenly stopped. He stood gazing about him. In the faint light of the dawn Drake could see him plainly--a Togarite, stocky, wide-shouldered, bullet-headed. He wore, upon his chest and waist a series of belts. And about his throat a leather necklace, with pads out over his shoulders.