_The Tiny Prowler_
"Good-by, Frank," Drake reached carefully down and touched my dwindling
shoulder with the tip of his finger. "Be cautious--don't take too many
chances."
"No."
"Remember--if he once sees you--well, that's the end, Frank."
I called softly upward. "I'll be careful. You give me the signal,
Drake, when you think I'm small enough to start toward him. And
remember the plan. If I can distract his attention--if Dianne leaps
away--you shoot him."
I was already not much higher than Drake's shoe top. The passage floor
was in shadow. The wall was drawing away from me.
I had taken what was perhaps half of one of the pellets of the weakest
intensity. Its effect was gone in a minute or two. I stood quiet,
trying to judge my height compared to Drake; and waiting for his signal
to tell me that I was small enough to dare advance into Togaro's
doorway.
A scene of singular strangeness, here on the floor of the shadowed
passageway! The floor was a grid, or grill of laced metal. I saw it
now as a spread of level surface; girders three feet wide, with others
crossing to checker it into squares--three-foot squares, each of them
a black abyss. The perpendicular passage wall was fifty feet from me.
The other way, I could see Drake's monstrous figure; it blurred up into
the distance overhead. I gazed, trying to estimate his apparent height.
Four hundred feet tall, or more. Beyond him--it seemed a quarter of a
mile at least--there was the blur of Ahlma's robe.
I concluded that to Drake I was about an inch high. I saw him move; as
though some great dark mountain were falling upon me, his body stooped
above me. His hand came slowly down; his palm spread like a pink-white
roof close over my head. And then swooped upward; I could feel the
suction-wind as it rose.
It was our agreed-upon signal. With my heart pounding I turned toward
the cliff which was the passage wall. I walked, half ran upon one of
the broad metal girders.
I came to the wall; followed one of the girders going lengthwise of the
passage. This huge passage! A vaulted, shadowed place five hundred feet
across, and twice as high.
Ahead of me the cliff ended in a great opening. Togaro's doorway! I
stopped at the edge of it; stood cautiously peering. I could see into
the gigantic room. Togaro's back seemed half turned to me. I could
distinguish only his foot and leg. The blur of his body showed in the
upper distance; and Dianne up there--a dim golden blur of her robe.
I took a few more steps. It was several hundred yards into the room to
reach that huge foot.
But in my present size I could not cross the threshold without the
chance of his seeing me. I had nearly an hour; I decided to get smaller.
A taste of the drug. The girder beneath my feet widened until it was a
broad, rough metal roadway.
Space above me and to the sides was so great I seemed almost in the
open. Ahead in the distance there were dim blurs of shape. And there
seemed occasionally the muffled rumble of monstrous voices.
I ran until I was winded, then walked. How far, I have no idea. It
seemed, altogether, a mile or more. The roadway ended in a great spread
of rough metal surface. I climbed a gentle slope like a mound, passed
over it and descended.
The threshold! I was in the room.
I had been advancing toward the mountainous outlines which were
Togaro's body. I came near them now. He wore rough cloth trousers. The
corrugations of them were tremendous fantastic ridges of gray surface
rising into the air.
I stood again trying to fathom just where I was, and what I might do. I
was still a considerable distance from where those billowing folds of
cloth rested upon this metal ground. I ran again, then walked to get
my wind. I was already tired. The gray mountain was at hand. I think I
was behind Togaro. The folds of his trousers rose in an almost formless
shape to where, several hundred feet up, I thought might be the line of
his belt.
I stood beside his leg. I even touched him. The cloth was like woven
strands of rope. Each strand was rough with dangling edges.
I put my hand upon one strand. It was as thick as the rope that ties an
ocean steamship to its dock. There were spaces here into which my whole
arm would go.
I set my foot into an opening. I could climb this! I gripped one of the
strands. I swung myself up.
Then realization came to me. Why, this was madness! There was five
hundred feet of height above me, and then I would only reach the ledge
which was Togaro's belt. All this time his least movement would fling
me off, plunge me to my death.
Madness! I let go, and leaped backward to the ground. I would have to
get larger.
I took a cautious taste of the enlarging drug, then another.
The scene around me, with its steady dwindling, began to rationalize.
I found myself standing behind Togaro, in the curve between him and
the stateroom bunk. His waistline came down. I thought that presently
with a leap I might reach up and seize his belt. Or in a moment I would
be able to climb into the bunk. And from there perhaps leap upon his
shoulder.
I had, for a long time past, been aware of various sounds. I had heard
Drake's voice in the passage, talking, I thought, with Togaro.
The expanding drug action ceased. I drew my sword. I was now, I think,
compared to Togaro, a foot possibly in height. There were sounds--a
confusion of them--in the air. Voices, blurred by the mingled throb and
hum of the ship.
But abruptly they all changed. A silence. The new sounds--a clanging,
and a sudden voice! Drake's voice:
"Dianne! Togaro! Sit still or I'll kill you--"
I was stricken. Togaro's great body, with Dianne clutched to him, was
heaving, rising.
He lurched backward, almost to crush me. Drake shouted again, but
his words were lost in the turmoil. It seemed that all the world was
crashing about me--rending, tearing crashes.
I leaped upward. My sword dropped as I clutched frantically to keep
from falling. I caught at a great leather band, wedged my arm under it
and clung.
I felt myself heaved monstrously into the air.