A deep shadow was here; I was near the back wall of the cabin. I knew Dianne wanted me to stand quiet; knew that she was planning how we might communicate. Her voice sounded as she spoke to the guard. Their native language--I could not understand it, but quite evidently she was telling him that she was tired, for presently she lay prone, with her head on the cushion. Her face was turned toward me, and away from the guard. She had made our opportunity. I ran forward. The guard could have seen me then, but he did not, and in a moment Dianne's head was between me and him. I climbed again upon the cushion. I stood beside Dianne's face. Her ear was near me. "Dianne!" Her lips moved, whispering, "Yes, Frank!" "Dianne--I came, riding Togaro. I have the drugs." "Be very careful, Frank." I had no conscious plan. I was unarmed now--I had dropped my weapon in the cabin of the other ship when I leaped for Togaro's waist. But there must be some way of getting Dianne out of this room, out of the ship, back to Drake. "Dianne, do you think if I could get larger and surprise this guard that we could get out?" She had seen more of our surroundings than I. "No!" She was plainly agitated, but she held herself quiet, just her lips moving in the faintest of whispers. "No! Don't get larger--not now! The passage is full of men--they're loading the ship. We'll be starting soon, Frank, you can escape! Go! Go now--get back to Drake." "No," I murmured. "Dianne, then you must get small." "Frank! Run!" Togaro had returned! I leaped from the cushion and hid near by. An hour passed. I think it must have been that long. Togaro was talking with Dianne. They spoke in English. He was very gentle with her. He told her they were almost ready to start; told her with triumph that his expedition was larger and in better shape than he had expected. Dianne knew that father was guarding the rock fragment, and that all these thousands of Togarites could never escape into our earth-world. Togaro knew that also. But he ignored it. Had he a plan perhaps to get his hordes out of the rock? Dianne was apparently very docile; but I could hear how cautious she was in all she said. The sounds of the embarkation were constantly audible. Togaro said at last, "I think we are ready." He went to the door and spoke to the guard. Dianne seized the opportunity to flash me a warning glance. Togaro came back. "I've ordered the start." The familiar shock came as the size-changing current suffused the ship. It began enlarging. Togaro took Dianne to the window. "Stand here, little sweet one." His tone made me shudder. His arm went around her shoulders. I could see her shrink with repulsion and fear. "Togaro--" At once he withdrew his arm. Strange scoundrel! He knew how to handle this girl--or thought he did. He said,