"We must make him move the ring over here," repeated the Doctor.
"You"ll never make him hear you," said the Big Business Man, as the Very Young Man began shouting at the top of his voice.
"We"ve got to," said the Very Young Man breathlessly. "Look at that ring. We can"t get to it now. We"re stranded here. Good Lord! What"s the matter with him--can"t he see us?" he added, and began shouting again.
"He"s getting up," said the Doctor. They could see the figure of the Banker towering in the air a thousand feet above the ring, and then with a swoop of his enormous face come down to them as he knelt upon the floor.
With his hands to his mouth, the Very Young Man shouted up: "It"s too far away. We can"t make it--we"re too small." They waited. Suddenly, without warning, a great wooden oval bowl fifteen or twenty feet across came at them with tremendous speed. They scattered hastily in terror.
"Not that--the ring!" shouted the Very Young Man, as he realized it was the spoon in the Banker"s hand that had frightened them.
A moment more and the ring was before them, lying at the edge of the handkerchief--a circular pit of rough yellow rock breast high. They ran over to it and climbed upon its top.
Another minute and the ring had grown until its top became a narrow curving path upon which they could stand. They got upon their feet and looked around curiously.
"Well, we"re here," remarked the Very Young Man. "Everything"s O.K. so far. Let"s get right around after that scratch."
"Keep together," cautioned the Doctor, and they started off along the path, following its inner edge.
As they progressed, the top of the ring steadily became broader; the surface underfoot became rougher. The Big Business Man, walking nearest the edge, pulled his companion towards him. "Look there!" he said. They stood cautiously at the edge and looked down.
Beneath them the ring bulged out. Over the bulge they could see the black of the handkerchief--a sheer hundred-feet drop. The ring curved sharply to the left; they could follow its wall all the way around; it formed a circular pit some two hundred and fifty feet in diameter.
A gentle breeze fanned their faces as they walked. The Very Young Man looked up into the gray of the distance overhead. A little behind, over his shoulder he saw above him in the sky a great, gleaming light many times bigger than the sun. It cast on the ground before him an opaque shadow, blurred about the edges.
"Pretty good day, at that," remarked the Very Young Man, throwing out his chest.
The Doctor laughed. "It"s half-past eight at night," he said. "And if you"ll remember half an hour ago, it"s a very stormy night, too."
The Big Business Man stopped short in his walk. "Just think," he said pointing up into the gray of the sky, with a note of awe in his voice, "over there, not more than fifteen feet away, is a window, looking down towards the Gaiety Theater and Broadway."
The Very Young. Man looked bewildered. "That window"s a hundred miles away," he said positively.
"Fifteen feet," said the Big Business Man. "Just beyond the table."
"It"s all in the viewpoint" said the Doctor, and laughed again.
They had recovered their spirits by now, the Very Young Man especially seeming imbued with the enthusiasm of adventure.
The path became constantly rougher as they advanced.
The ground underfoot--a s.h.a.ggy, yellow, metallic ore--was strewn now with pebbles. These pebbles grew larger farther on, becoming huge rocks and bowlders that greatly impeded their progress.
They soon found it difficult to follow the brink of the precipice. The path had broadened now so that its other edge was out of sight, for they could see only a short distance amid the bowlders that everywhere tumbled about, and after a time they found themselves wandering along, lost in the barren waste.
"How far is the scratch, do you suppose?" the Very Young Man wanted to know.
They stopped and consulted a moment; then the Very Young Man clambered up to the top of a rock. "There"s a range of hills over there pretty close," he called down to them. "That must be the way."
They had just started again in the direction of the hills when, almost without warning, and with a great whistle and roar, a gale of wind swept down upon them. They stood still and looked at each other with startled faces, bracing with their feet against its pressure.
"Oh, golly, what"s this?" cried the Very Young Man, and sat down suddenly upon the ground to keep from being blown forward.
The wind increased rapidly in violence until, in a moment, all three of the men were crouching upon the ground for shelter.
"Great Scott, this is a tornado!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Big Business Man. His words were almost lost amid the howling of the blast as it swept across the barren waste of rocks.
"Rogers never told us anything about this. It"s getting worse every minute. I----" A shower of pebbles and a great cloud of metallic dust swept past, leaving them choking and gasping for breath.
The Very Young Man got upon his hands and knees.
"I"m going over there," he panted. "It"s better."
CHAPTER XIV
STRANGE EXPERIENCES
Led by the Very Young Man, the three crawled a few yards to where a cl.u.s.ter of bowlders promised better shelter. Huddled behind this ma.s.s of rock, they found themselves protected in a measure from the violence of the storm. Lying there, they could see yellowish-gray clouds of sand go sweeping by, with occasionally a hail of tiny pebbles, blowing almost horizontal. Overhead, the sky was unchanged. Not a vestige of cloud was visible, only the gray-blue of an immense distance, with the huge gleaming light, like an enormous sun, hung in its center.
The Very Young Man put his hand on the Doctor"s arm. "It"s going down,"
he said. Hardly were the words out of his mouth before, with even less warning than it began, the gale abruptly ceased. There remained only the pleasantly gentle breeze of a summer afternoon blowing against their faces. And this came from almost an opposite direction to the storm.
The three men looked at one another in amazement.
"Well, I"ll be----" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Very Young Man. "What next?"
They waited for some time, afraid to venture out from the rocks among which they had taken refuge. Then, deciding that the storm, however unexplainable, was over for the time at least, they climbed to their feet and resumed their journey with bruised knees, but otherwise none the worse for the danger through which they had pa.s.sed.
After walking a short distance, they came up a little incline, and before them, hardly more than a quarter of a mile away, they could see a range of hills.
"The scratch must be behind those hills," said the Very Young Man, pointing.
"It"s a long distance," said the Big Business Man thoughtfully. "We"re still growing smaller--look."
Their minds had been so occupied that for some time they had forgotten the effect of the drug upon their stature. As they looked about them now they could see the rocks around them still increasing steadily in size, and could feel the ground shifting under their feet when they stood still.
"You"re right; we"re getting smaller," observed the Very Young Man. "How long before we"ll stop, do you suppose?"
The Doctor drew the Chemist"s memoranda from the pouch of his belt. "It says about five or six hours for the first four pellets," he read.
The Very Young Man looked at his watch. "Quarter to nine. We"ve been less than an hour yet. Come on, let"s keep going," and he started walking rapidly forward.
They walked for a time in silence. The line of hills before them grew visibly in size, and they seemed slowly to be nearing it.