he figures here now. I feared that they
might produce more up-to-date weapons. But my fears were unfounded: soon
I saw these figures making their escape.

The room was littered with wreckage. I saw that by some miracle of
chance the microscope was still standing, and I had a moment of sanity.

"Alan! Watch out! The microscope--the platform! Don't smash them! And
Glora be careful not to hurt her!"

I suddenly became aware that my head and my shoulders had struck the
dome roof. Why, this was a tiny room! Alan and I found ourselves backed
together, panting in the small confines of a circular cubby with an
arching dome close over us. At our feet the platform with the microscope
over it hardly reached our boot tops. There was a sudden silence, broken
only by our heavy breathing. The tiny forms of humans strewn around us
were all motionless. The others had fled.

Then we heard a small voice. "Here! Take this! Quickly! You are too
large. Quickly!"

Alan took a step. And sudden panic was on us both. Glora was here at our
feet. We did not dare turn; hardly dared to move. To change position
might have crushed her now that she had left her hiding place. My leg
hit the top of the microscope cylinder. It rocked but did not fall.

Where was Glora? In the gloom we could not see her. We were in a panic.

Alan began, "George, I--"

The contracting inner curve of the dome bumped gently against my head.
Our panic and confusion turned into cold fear. The room was closing in
to crush us.

I muttered, "Alan! I'm going out!" I braced myself and heaved against
the side and top curve of the dome. Its metal ribs and heavy
translucent, reinforced glass plates resisted me. There was an instant
when Alan and I were desperately frightened. We were trapped, to be
crushed in here by our own horrible growth. Then the dome yielded under
our smashing blows. The ribs bent; the plates cracked.

We straightened, pushed upward and emerged through the broken dome, with
head and shoulders towering into the outside darkness and the wind and
snow of the blizzard howling around us.

CHAPTER IV

"Glora--that was horrible!"

We stood, again in normal size, with the wrecked dome-laboratory around
us. The dome had a great jagged hole halfway up one of its sides,
through which the snow was falling. The broken bodies strewn around were
gruesome.

Alan repeated, "Horrible, Glora. The power of this drug is diabolical."

Glora had grown large af