lized."

"So you see we cannot make ourselves large and recapture Loto by force.
They would anticipate us and kill him."

"Then what shall we do?" demanded the Doctor. "We must do something."

"That we must decide carefully, for we must make no more mistakes. But
we can do nothing at this moment. The lives of all of us are threatened.
We must not allow ourselves to become separated. We must wait here for
Lylda. Reoh and Aura must stay with us. Then we can decide how to rescue
Loto and what to do after that. But we must keep together."

"Jack ought to be here by now," said the Big Business Man. "I hope Reoh
and Aura come with him."

For over an hour they waited, and still the Very Young Man did not come.
They had just decided to send Oteo to see what had become of him and to
bring down Reoh and his daughter, when Lylda unexpectedly returned. It
was Eena, standing at one of the side windows, who first saw her
mistress. A cry from the girl brought them all to the window. Far away
beyond the city they could see the gigantic figure of Lylda, towering
several hundred feet in the air.

As she came closer she seemed to stop, near the outskirts of the city,
and then they saw her dwindling in size until she disappeared, hidden
from their view by the houses near at hand.

In perhaps half an hour more she reappeared, picking her way carefully
down the deserted street towards them. She was at this time about forty
feet tall. At the corner, a hundred yards away from them a little group
of people ran out, and, with shouts of anger, threw something at her as
she passed.

She stooped down towards them, and immediately they scurried for safety
out of her reach.

Once inside of her own garden, where the Chemist and his companions were
waiting, Lylda lost no time in becoming her normal size again. As she
grew smaller, she sat down with her back against a little tree. Her face
was white and drawn; her eyes were full of tears as she looked at her
husband and his friends.

When the drug had ceased to act, the Chemist sat beside her. She had
started out only a few hours before a crusader, dominant, forceful; she
came back now, a tired, discouraged little woman. The Chemist put his
arm around her protectingly, drawing her drooping body towards him.
"Very bad news, Lylda, we know," he said gently.

"Oh, my husband," she cried brokenly. "So sorry I am--so very sorry. The
best I knew I did. And it was all so very bad--so very bad----"