probably was there now with Babs, waiting for it.

In our present size we could not get there in time. It was two or three
miles at least. But a trifle larger--the size of one of Polter's
giants--we would be able to make it. We would be seen, but in the pale
starlight, keeping away from the city as much as possible, we might only
be mistaken for Polter's people. And when we got closer we would
diminish our size, creep into the boat, get near Babs and Polter and
then plan what to do.

We climbed down from the ledge and stood at the base of the towering
cliff which reared its jagged wall against the stars. A field and a road
were near us. The road seemed of normal size. A man was in the field. He
was apparently about my height. He presently discarded his work, walked
away from us and vanished.

"Hurry, Glora." Alan and I stood beside her while she took pellets from
her vials. We wanted our stature now to be four times what it was. Glora
gave us pellets of both drugs, one of which was slightly more intense
than the other.

"Polter made them this way," she said. "The two taken at once give just
the growth to take us from this normal size to the stature of the
giants."

Alan and I did not touch our own vials. We had used none of our
enlarging drug upon the journey, and the supply she had given us of the
other was almost gone.

As I took these pellets which Glora now gave us, standing there by the
side of that road, I recall that I was struck with the realization that
never once upon this journey had I conceived myself to be other than
normal stature. I am normally about six feet tall. I still felt--there
in that golden atom--the same height. This landscape seemed of normal
size. There were trees nearby--spreading, fantastic-looking growths with
great strings of pods hanging from them. But still--as I looked up to
see one arching over me with its blue-brown leaves and an air-vine
carrying vivid yellow blossoms--whatever the size of the tree, I could
only conceive of myself as a normal man of six-foot stature standing
beneath it. The human ego always supreme! Around each man's
consciousness of himself the entire universe revolves.

We crouched on the ground when this growth now began; it would not do to
be observed changing size. Polter's giants never did that. Years before,
he had made them large--his few hundred men and women. They were, Glora
said, people both of this realm and from our great world
above--dissolu