e dust cloud before him, he
suddenly realized the source of the other's renewed strength.

Ouglat was recalling his minions from the third dimension! They were
incorporating in his body, returning to their parent body!

They were coming back from the third dimension to the fourth dimension
to fight a third-dimensional thing reincarnated in the fourth-dimensional
form it had lost millions of eons ago!

This was the end, thought Mal Shaff. But he staggered to his feet to
meet the charge of the ancient enemy and a grim song, a death chant
immeasurably old, suddenly and dimly remembered from out of the mists of
countless millenniums, was on his lips as he swung a pile-driver blow
into the suddenly astonished face of the rushing Ouglat....

* * * * *

The milky globe atop the machine in Dr. White's laboratory glowed
softly, and within that glow two figures seemed to struggle.

Before the machine, his hands still on the controls, stood Dr. Silas
White. Behind him the room was crowded with newspapermen and
photographers.

Hours had passed since the ninety-eight men--ninety-nine, counting Henry
Woods--had stepped into the brittle column of light to be shunted back
through unguessed time to a different plane of existence. The old
scientist, during all those hours, had stood like a graven image before
his machine, eyes staring fixedly at the globe.

Through the open windows he had heard the cry of the newsboy as the
_Press_ put the greatest scoop of all time on the street. The phone had
rung like mad and George answered it. The doorbell buzzed repeatedly and
George ushered in newspapermen who had asked innumerable questions, to
which he had replied briefly, almost mechanically. The reporters had
fought for the use of the one phone in the house and had finally drawn
lots for it. A few had raced out to use other phones.

Photographers came and flashes popped and cameras clicked. The room was
in an uproar. On the rare occasions when the reporters were not using
the phone the instrument buzzed shrilly. Authoritative voices demanded
Dr. Silas White. George, his eyes on the old man, stated that Dr. Silas
White could not be disturbed, that he was busy.

From the street below came the heavy-throated hum of thousands of
voices. The street was packed with a jostling crowd of awed humanity,
every eye fastened on the house of Dr. Silas White. Lines of police held
them back.

"What makes them move s