r. He tried to get hold of his
courage. But what was there to inspire it? Nothing! He laughed harshly
as he ran, welcoming that bitter, killing cold. Nostalgia had him in its
clutch, and there was no answer in his hell-world, lost beyond the
barrier of the years....

* * * * *

Loy Chuk and his followers presently came upon Ned Vince's unconscious
form, a mile from the city of Kar-Rah. In a flying machine they took him
back, and applied stimulants. He came to, in the same laboratory room as
before. But he was firmly strapped to a low platform this time, so that
he could not escape again. There he lay, helpless, until presently an
idea occurred to him. It gave him a few crumbs of hope.

"Hey, somebody!" he called.

"You'd better get some rest, Ned Vince," came the answer from the black
box. It was Loy Chuk speaking again.

"But listen!" Ned protested. "You know a lot more than we did in the
Twentieth Century. And--well--there's that thing called time-travel,
that I used to read about. Maybe you know how to make it work! Maybe you
could send me back to my own time after all!"

Little Loy Chuk was in a black, discouraged mood, himself. He could
understand the utter, sick dejection of this giant from the past, lost
from his own kind. Probably insanity looming. In far less extreme
circumstances than this, death from homesickness had come.

Loy Chuk was a scientist. In common with all real scientists, regardless
of the species from which they spring, he loved the subjects of his
researches. He wanted this ancient man to live and to be happy. Or this
creature would be of scant value for study.

So Loy considered carefully what Ned Vince had suggested. Time-travel.
Almost a legend. An assault upon an intangible wall that had baffled far
keener wits than Loy's. But he was bent, now, on the well-being of this
anachronism he had so miraculously resurrected--this human, this
Kaalleee....

Loy jabbed buttons on the black box. "Yes, Ned Vince," said the sonic
apparatus. "Time-travel. Perhaps that is the only thing to do--to send
you back to your own period of history. For I see that you will never be
yourself, here. It will be hard to accomplish, but we'll try. Now I
shall put you under an anesthetic...."

Ned felt better immediately, for there was real hope now, where there
had been none before. Maybe he'd be back in his home-town of Harwich
again. Maybe he'd see the old machine-shop, there