ke hands; they served the same purpose
that hands served in the third dimension. He was, he realized, a being
of the fourth dimension, but in his fourth-dimensional brain still clung
hard-fighting remnants of that faithful old third-dimensional brain. He
could not, as yet, see with fourth-dimensional eyes, think purely
fourth-dimensional thoughts. He had not oriented himself as yet to this
new plane of existence. He was seeing the fourth dimension through the
blurred lenses of millions of eons of third-dimensional existence. He
was seeing it much more clearly than he had seen it in the half-globe
atop the machine in Dr. White's laboratory, but he would not see it
clearly until every vestige of the third dimension was wiped from him.
That, he knew, would come in time.

He felt his weird body with those things that served as hands, and he
found, beneath his groping, unearthly fingers, great rolling muscles,
powerful tendons, and hard, well-conditioned flesh. A sense of
well-being surged through him and he growled like an animal, like an
animal of that horrible fourth plane.

But the terrible sounds that came from between his slobbering lips were
not those of his own voice, they were the voices of many men.

* * * * *

Then he knew. He was not alone. Here, in this one body were the bodies,
the brains, the power, the spirit, of those other ninety-eight men. In
the fourth dimension, all the millions of third-dimensional things were
one. Perhaps that particular portion of the third dimension called the
Earth had sprung from, or degenerated from, one single unit of a
dissolving, worn-out fourth dimension. The third dimension, warped back
to a higher plane, was automatically obeying the mystic laws of
evolution by reforming in the shape of that old ancestor, unimaginably
removed in time from the race he had begot. He was no longer Henry
Woods, newspaperman; he was an entity that had given birth, in the dim
ages when the Earth was born, to a third dimension. Nor was he alone.
This body of his was composed of other sons of that ancient entity.

He felt himself grow, felt his body grow vaster, assume greater
proportions, felt new vitality flow through him. It was the other men,
the men who were flinging themselves into the column of light in the
laboratory to be warped back to this plane, to be incorporated in his
body.

It was not his body, however. His brain was not his alone. The pronoun,
h