Part 6 (2/2)

And suddenly he was flying through ruby flame.

His eyes went to the little scale at the corner of the instrument board. He saw the little ebon needle waver, leave the mark designated ”Pygmy Planet Normal” and start toward ”Earth Normal.”

For what seemed a long time, he was wheeling down the crimson ray. A few times he looked back at Agnes, in the rear seat. She had gone to sleep.

Then a vast, circular field was below--the crystal platform.

Larry landed the plane upon it, taxied to the center and stopped there, with the motor idling. The laboratory, taking shape in the blue abyss about him, seemed to contract swiftly.

Presently the plane covered most of the crystal disk. He taxied quickly off, stopped on the floor nearby, and cut the ignition. Agnes woke. Together they clambered from the plane's cabin and walked back into the crimson ray.

Once more the vast s.p.a.ces of the room seemed to shrink, until it looked familiar once more. The Pygmy Planet, and the huge machine looming ever them, dwindled to natural size.

Agnes, watching a scale on the frame of the mechanism, which Larry had not noticed, leaped suddenly from the red ray, drawing him with her.

”We don't want to be giants!” she laughed.

Larry drew a deep breath, and looked about him. Once more he was in his own world, and surveying it in his normal size. He became aware of Agnes standing close against him. He suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her.

”Wait a minute,” she objected, slipping quickly from his arms. ”What are we going to do about the Pygmy Planet? Those monsters might come again, even if you did wreck their G.o.d. And Dr. Whiting, poor fellow--But we mustn't let those monsters come back!”

Larry doubled up a brown fist and drove it with all his strength against the little globe that spun so steadily between the twin, upright cylinders of crimson and of violet flame. His hand went deep into it. And it swung from its position, hung unsteadily a moment, and then crashed to the laboratory floor. It was crushed like a ball of soft brown mud. It spattered.

”Now I guess they won't come back,” Agnes said. ”A pity to spoil all Dr. Whiting's work, though.”

Larry was standing motionless, holding up his fist and looking at it oddly. ”I smashed a planet! Think of it. I smashed a planet! Just the other--why it was just this evening, at the office, I was wis.h.i.+ng for something to happen!”

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