four specks. Four gray blobs, coming swiftly forward.
In a few moments they were distinguishable. Four running animals, bounding, leaping over the rocks. Animals with horns. Two of them running free; two with riders.
Leela gasped, "That's the giant! And the woman! They're coming to find us!"
For a moment the two girls stood transfixed, heedless that they would be discovered. To Frannie came the thought: The giant, the woman and the four animals had been dwindling. They had stood in the thicket, hiding from Brett. They were coming from the thicket now, riding over the vast rocky plain headlong to regain their captives. Brett could not see them; they were too small. Brett was probably standing a few feet from here on the sand—afraid to come closer for fear of treading upon the girls; and those few feet were miles away across this naked desert.
The four animals came leaping forward. They ran low to the ground, necks extended like huge dogs on a trail. Already they were no more than half a mile away. The figures of the riding man and woman showed plainly. They all seemed about normal size as compared to Frannie and Leela.
Abruptly Frannie recovered her wits. "We must hide! They must not find us!"
They hid, out of sight around a corner of the lower rock-face of the mountain; crouched, waiting with wildly beating hearts.
But it was useless. Either they had been seen or the animals scented them. Soon they heard the man calling his mount. No noise of galloping hoofs, for the beasts ran lightly on padded feet. A moment, then the animals burst into view around the jutting rock; bounded up and stopped before the crouching girls.
The man dismounted. His grin was a leer of triumph. He spoke to Leela—a harsh, guttural command in her own language, as he had spoken before when he forced the drug upon her.
Leela dragged herself to her feet, and Frannie after her. The man spoke again. Less harshly this time, and at greater length. He gestured at Frannie.
Leela said, with a quiver in her voice that she tried to hold to calmness, "He tells me that his name is Rokk. This woman here is his mate—he calls her Mobah. He says they come from a very big world—down here to our world of infinite smallness. Oh, Frannie, what can we do? He says they are going to take us with them, up there to that Giant World."
Frannie, too, strove for calmness. "Ask him—why? What harm have we done to him? Tell him—we don't want to go"
Leela turned to this man who had called himself Rokk. Then she appealed to the woman—but the woman stared dumbly and turned away.
"Frannie—he says we will learn later what he wants. He says—we will not be harmed if we cause no trouble. We are going—he says he is going to take us"
"Which way?" Frannie interrupted.
"I don't know. I suppose to Reaf."
"Ask him."
Leela asked him. "Yes, by way of Reaf. He says we will mount the animals—he calls them dhranes. They run very swiftly—as Brett describes your wolves of the northern ice-fields of your Earth."
Frannie demanded, "He says we go to Reaf?"
"Yes. We will cross the island—out the lagoon—riding the dhranes as they swim."
Memory of the island—the arcade—the lagoon and the lake came to
