e realized, represented the sum total of those other men, his fellow
adventurers.

Suddenly a new feeling came, a feeling of completeness, a feeling of
supreme fitness. He knew that the last of the ninety-eight men had
stepped across the disk, that all were here in this giant body.

Now he could see more clearly. Things in the landscape, which had
escaped him before, became recognizable. Awful thoughts ran through his
brain, heavy, ponderous, black thoughts. He began to recognize the
landscape as something familiar, something he had seen before, a thing
with which he was intimate. Phenomena, which his third-dimensional
intelligence would have gasped at, became commonplace. He was finally
seeing through fourth-dimensional eyes, thinking fourth-dimensional
thoughts.

Memory seeped into his brain and he had fleeting visions, visions of
dark caverns lit by hellish flames, of huge seas that battered
remorselessly with mile-high waves against towering headlands that
reared titanic toward a glowering sky. He remembered a red desert
scattered with scarlet boulders, he remembered silver cliffs of
gleaming metallic stone. Through all his thoughts ran something else, a
scarlet thread of hate, an all-consuming passion, a fierce lust after
the life of some other entity.

He was no longer a composite thing built of third-dimensional beings. He
was a creature of another plane, a creature with a consuming hate, and
suddenly he knew against whom this hate was directed and why. He knew
also that this creature was near and his great fists closed and then
spread wide as he knew it. How did he know it? Perhaps through some
sense which he, as a being of another plane, held, but which was alien
to the Earth. Later, he asked himself this question. At the time,
however, there was no questioning on his part. He only knew that
somewhere near was a hated enemy and he did not question the source of
his knowledge....

* * * * *

Mumbling in an idiom incomprehensible to a third-dimensional being,
filled with rage that wove redly through his brain, he lumbered down the
hill onto the moor, his great strides eating up the distance, his
footsteps shaking the ground.

At the foot of the hill he halted and from his throat issued a
challenging roar that made the very crags surrounding the moor tremble.
The rocks flung back the roar as if in mockery.

Again he shouted and in the shout he framed a lurid insult to the e