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CHAPTER 35

GOOD-BY TO ARITE

Once inside he went swiftly to the room where they had left their water-bottles and other paraphernalia. He found them without difficulty, and retraced his steps to the door he had entered. Depositing his load near it, he went back towards the room which Lylda had described to him, and in which the food was stored.

Walking along this silent hallway, listening to the echoes of his own footsteps on its stone floor, the Very Young Man found himself oppressed by a feeling of impending danger. He looked back over his shoulder—once he stood quite still and listened. But he heard nothing; the house was quite silent, and smiling at his own fear he went on again.

Selecting the food they needed for the trip took him but a moment. He left the storeroom, his arms loaded, and started back toward the garden door. Several doorways opened into the hall below, and all at once the Very Young Man found himself afraid as he passed them. He was within sight of the garden door, not more than twenty feet away, when he hesitated. Just ahead, at his right, an archway opened into a room beside the hall. The Very Young Man paused only an instant; then, ashamed of his fear, started slowly forward. He felt an impulse to run, but he did not. And then, from out of the silence, there came a low, growling cry that made his heart stand still, and the huge gray figure of a man leaped upon him and bore him to the ground.

As he went down, with the packages of food flying in all directions, the Very Young Man gripped the naked body of his antagonist tightly. He twisted round as he fell and lay with his foe partly on top of him. He knew instinctively that his situation was desperate. The man’s huge torso, with its powerful muscles that his arms encircled, told him that in a contest of strength such as this, inevitably he would find himself overcome.

The man raised his fist to strike, and the Very Young Man caught him by the wrist. Over his foe’s shoulder now he could see the open doorway leading into the garden, not more than six or eight feet away. Beyond it lay safety; that he knew. He gave a mighty lunge and succeeded in rolling over toward the doorway. But he could not stay above his opponent, for the man’s greater strength lifted him up and over, and again pinned him to the floor.

He was nearer the door now, and just beyond it he caught a glimpse of the white flesh of Aura’s ankle as she stood beside the house. The man put a hand on the Very Young Man’s throat. The Very Young Man caught it by the wrist, but he could feel the growing pressure of its fingers cutting off his breath. He tried to pull the hand back, but could not; he tried to twist his body free, but the weight of his foe held him tightly against the floor. A great roaring filled his ears; the hallway began fading from his sight. With a last despairing breath, he gave a choking cry: “Aura! Aura!”

The man’s fingers at his throat loosened a little; he drew another breath, and his head cleared. His eyes were fixed on the strip of garden he could see beyond the doorway. Suddenly Aura’s enormous body came into view, as she stooped and then lay prone upon the ground. Her face was close to the door; she was looking in. The Very Young Man gave another cry, half stifled. And then into the hallway he saw come swiftly a huge hand, whose fingers gripped him and his antagonist and jerked them hurriedly down the hall and out into the garden.

As they lay struggling on the ground outside, the Very Young Man felt himself held less closely. He wrenched himself free and sprang to his feet, standing close beside Aura’s face. The man was up almost as quickly, preparing again to spring upon his victim. Something moved behind the Very Young Man, and he looked up into the air hurriedly. The Big Business Man stood behind him; the Very Young Man met his anxious glance.

“I’m all right,” he shouted. His antagonist leaped forward and at the same instant a huge, flat object, that was the Big Business Man’s foot, swept through the air and mashed the man down into the dirt of the garden. The Very Young Man turned suddenly sick as he heard the agonized shriek and the crunching of the breaking bones. The Big Business Man lifted his foot, and the mangled figure lay still. The Very Young Man sat down suddenly in the garden path and covered his face with his hands.

When he raised his head his friends were all standing round him, crowding the garden. The body of the man who had attacked him had disappeared. The Very Young Man looked up into Aura’s face—she was on her feet now with the others and tried to smile.

“I’m all right,” he repeated. “I’ll go get the food and things.”

In a few minutes more he had made himself as large as his companions, and had brought with him most of the food. There still remained in the smaller size the water-bottles, some of the food, the belts with which to carry it, and a few other articles they needed for the trip.

“I’ll get them,” said the Big Business Man; “you sit down and rest.”

The Very Young Man was glad to do as he was told, and sat beside Aura in the garden, while the Big Business Man brought up to their size the remainder of the supplies.

When they had divided the food, and all were equipped for the journey, they started at once for the tunnels. Lylda’s eyes again filled with tears as she left so summarily, and probably for the last time, this home in which she had been so happy.

As they passed the last houses of the city, heading towards the tunnel entrances that the Chemist had selected, the Big Business Man and the Chemist walked in front, the others following close behind them. A crowd of Oroids watched them leave, and many others were to be seen ahead; but these scattered as the giants approached. Occasionally a few stood their ground, and these the Big Business Man mercilessly trampled under foot.

“It’s the only way; I’m sorry,” he said, half apologetically. “We cannot take any chances now; we must get out.”

“It’s shorter through these tunnels I’m taking,” the Chemist said after a moment.

“My idea,” said the Big Business man, “is that we should go through the tunnels that are the largest. They’re not all the same size, are they?”

“No,” the Chemist answered; “some are a little larger.”

“You see,” the Big Business Man continued, “I figure we are going to have a fight. They’re following us. Look at that crowd over there. They’ll never let us out if they can help it. When we get into the tunnels, naturally we’ll have to be small enough to walk through them. The larger we are the better; so let’s take the very biggest.”

“These are,” the Chemist answered. “We can make it at about so high.” He held his hand about the level of his waist.

“That won’t be so bad,” the Big Business Man commented.

Meanwhile the Very Young Man, walking with Aura behind the leaders, was talking to her earnestly. He was conscious of a curious sense of companionship with this quiet girl—a companionship unlike anything he had ever felt for a girl before. And now that he was taking her with him, back to his own world—

“Climb out on to the surface of the ring,” he was saying, “and then, in a few minutes more, we’ll be there. Aura, you cannot realize how wonderful it will be.”

The girl smiled her quiet smile; her face was sad with the memory of what she was leaving, but full of youthful, eager anticipation of that which lay ahead.

“So much has happened, and so quickly, I cannot realize it yet, I know,” she answered. “But that it will be very wonderful, up there above, I do believe. And I am glad that we are going, only—”

The Very Young Man took her hand, holding it a moment. “Don’t, Aura. You mustn’t think of that.” He spoke gently, with a tender note in his voice.

“Don’t think of the past, Aura,” he went on earnestly. “Think only of the future—the great cities, the opera, the poetry I am going to teach you.”

The girl laid her hand on his arm. “You are so kind, my friend Jack. You will have much to teach me, will you not? Is it sure you will want to? I shall be like a little child up there in your great world.”

An answer sprang to the Very Young Man’s lips—words the thinking of which made his heart leap into his throat. But before he could voice them Loto ran up to him from behind, crying. “I want to walk by you, Jack; mamita talks of things I know not.”

The Very Young Man put his arm across the child’s shoulders. “Well, little boy,” he said laughing, “how do you like this adventure?”

“Never have I been in the Great Forests,” Loto answered, turning his big, serious eyes up to his friend’s face. “I shall not be afraid—with my father, and mamita, and with you.”

“The Great Forests won’t seem very big, Loto, after a little while,” the Very Young Man said. “And of course you won’t be afraid of anything. You’re going to see many things, Loto—very many strange and wonderful things for such a little boy.”

They reached the entrance to the tunnel in a few moments more, and stopped before it. As they approached, a number of little figures darted into its luminous blackness and disappeared. There were none others in sight now, except far away towards Arite, where perhaps a thousand stood watching intently.

The tunnel entrance, against the side of a hill, stood nearly breast high.

“I’m wrong,” said the Chemist, as the others came up. “It’s not so high all the way through. We shall have to make ourselves much smaller than this.”

“This is a good time to eat,” suggested the Very Young Man. The others agreed, and without making themselves any smaller—the Big Business Man objected to that procedure—they sat down before the mouth of the tunnel and ate a somewhat frugal meal.

“Have you any plans for the trip up?” asked the Doctor of the Chemist while they were eating.

“I have,” interjected the Big Business Man, and the Chemist answered:

“Yes, I am sure I can make it far easier than it was for me before. I’ll tell you as we go up; the first thing is to get through the tunnels.”

“I don’t anticipate much difficulty in that,” the Doctor said. “Do you?”

The Chemist shook his head. “No, I don’t.”

“But we mustn’t take any chances,” put in the Big Business Man quickly. “How small do you suppose we should make ourselves?”

The Chemist looked at the tunnel opening. “About half that,” he replied.

“Not at the start,” said the Big Business Man. “Let’s go in as large as possible; we can get smaller when we have to.”

It took them but a few minutes to finish the meal. They were all tired from the exciting events of the day, but the Big Business Man would not hear of their resting a moment more than was absolutely necessary.

“It won’t be much of a trip up to the forests,” he argued. “Once we get well on our way and into one of the larger sizes, we can sleep safely. But not now; it’s too dangerous.”

They were soon ready to start, and in a moment more all had made themselves small enough to walk into the tunnel opening. They were, at this time, perhaps six times the normal height of an adult Oroid. The city of Arite, apparently much farther away now, was still visible up against the distant horizon. As they were about to start, Lylda, with Aura close behind her, turned to face it.

“Good-by to our own world now we must say, my sister,” she said sadly. “The land that bore us—so beautiful a world, and once so kindly. We have been very happy here. And I cannot think it is right for me to leave.”

“Your way lies with your husband,” Aura said gently. “You yourself have said it, and it is true.”

Lylda raised her arms up towards the far-away city with a gesture almost of benediction.

“Good future to you, land that I love.” Her voice trembled. “Good future to you, for ever and ever.”

The Very Young Man, standing behind them with Loto, was calling: “They’re started; come on.”

With one last sorrowful glance Lylda turned slowly, and, walking with her arm about her sister, followed the others into the depths of the tunnel.