off for the day. We look like ghosts. To-morrow morning you and
June get what equipment you need from across the river. I'll stay here
on guard. You'd better raid a drug-store and get some more of our
life-saver, too. It's listed under Cannabis Indica."

* * * * *

The next morning dawned clear and cold. It was early October and there
was a chill in the apartment. Baron swung his legs over the edge of
the davenport in the living room and stared out at the frost-covered
trees of Central Park. The leaves were falling before the brisk wind
and forming little eddying mounds over the forms of those lying about
the streets. Jack shivered at the thought of the millions and millions
of victims of the disaster who littered the Earth. They seemed to
accuse him of still being alive. Well, if Manthis was right, perhaps
all could be revived before winter set in.

June was singing as he and the doctor came to breakfast. Apparently
she wished to forget the events of the previous night, so they laughed
and joked as though they intended to go on a picnic rather than across
a dead city.

The hotel lobby was as they last had seen it when they descended. The
bellboys still nodded on their benches. A travelling salesman was
hunched over a week-old Times as if he would awake in a few minutes,
glance about guiltily and resume his reading. The child they had
rescued still lay on the divan. Her golden hair framed her cheeks like
a halo. One arm was thrown above her head. She seemed ready to awake,
though she had not breathed for days.

"It all makes me feel so lonely," whispered June, clinging to the
engineer's arm. "I want to cry--or whistle to keep up my courage."

"Don't worry," Jack replied softly, patting her hand and speaking with
more assurance than he felt. "We'll find a way out."

She squeezed his arm and smiled at him with new courage. For months,
in fact ever since his first visit to the Manthis apartment, Baron had
admired the doctor's charming daughter. Although nothing had been
said of love between them they often had gone to a dance or the
theater together, while a firm friendship had been cemented. Now their
closer association and the unflinching bravery which she showed was
ripening this into a stronger bond.

* * * * *

They went out into the crisp morning, stepped across the body of a
street sweeper who lay in the gutter, and entered the doctor's
automo