"Tell me. I command you," I cried. "What are you waiting for?"
His voice was quiet as he murmured, softly, implacably, before he was gone.
"We are waiting," he said, "for you."
THE END
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy August 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.