"You'll tell us exactly what we are to do?"
"Yes. Presently—before we start."
"You said there was need of haste? A real danger to our world here—from those—other beings?"
He was arranging the batteries. "Yes, Bee. A real danger."
"You think we can repulse them? Just three of us going in there? Strangers—"
Strangers indeed. No adventurers into other lands in all the dim pages of history could have felt, or been, such strangers.
He interrupted her. "We will do our best. It is necessary—our efforts.... We will have plenty of time for consultation, Bee. You will understand, when we are there.... Pour three glasses of water, Rob."
My fingers were trembling; it seemed strange that Bee could maintain such calmness. But it was simulated for she said:
"Will, is it—is it very horrible—the changing, I mean?"
He stopped before her, put his hands on her shoulders. His face, so set with its purpose he had forgotten the human feelings of her, softened momentarily with affection.