of
your world the doctor just now steal, she is friend of yours?"

"Yes! But--" A thousand questions were springing in my mind, but this
was no time to ask them. I amended, "Go on! Hurry! Give us the drug when
you can."

The little figure moved away from us and disappeared. Alan and I lay as
we had before. But now we could whisper. We tried to anticipate what
would happen; tried to plan, but that was futile. The thing was too
strange, too astoundingly fantastic.

How long Glora was gone I don't know. I think, not over three or four
minutes. She came from her hiding place, crouching this time, and joined
us. She was, probably, of normal Earth size--a small, frail-looking girl
something over five feet tall. We saw now that she was quite young,
still in her teens. We lay staring at her, amazed at her beauty. Her
small oval face was pale, with the flush of pink upon her cheeks--a face
queerly, transcendingly beautiful. It was wholly human, yet somehow
unearthly, as though unmarked by even the heritage of our Earthly
strifes.

"Now! I am ready." She was fumbling at her robe. "I will give you each
the same."

Her gestures were rapid. She flung a quick glance at the distant men.
Alan and I were tense. We could easily be discovered now, but we had to
chance it. We were sitting erect. Alan murmured:

"But what do we do? What happens? What--"

On the palm of her hand were two pink-white pellets. "Take these--one
for each of you. Quickly!"

Involuntarily we drew back. The thing abruptly was gruesome,
frightening. Horribly frightening.

"Quickly," she urged. "The drug is what you call highly radioactive. And
volatile. Exposed to the air, it is gone very soon. You are afraid? No,
I assure you it is not harmful."

With a muttered curse at his own reluctance, Alan seized the small
pellet. I stopped him.

"Wait!"

The men momentarily were engaged in a low-voiced, earnest discussion. I
dared to hesitate a moment longer.

"Glora, where will you be?"

"Here. Right here. I will hide."

"We want to go after Mr. Polter," I gestured. "Into the little piece of
golden rock. That's where he went with the Earth girl, isn't it?"

"Yes. My world is there--within an atom there in that rock."

"Will you take us?"

"Yes! But later."

Alan whispered vehemently, "Why not now? We could get smaller, now."

But she shook her head. "That is not possible. We would be seen as we
climbed the platform and crossed the white slab."