The Oroid looked puzzled. Then he turned and flung out his arm in a sweeping gesture towards the deeper woods before them. "Rogers—Master," he said.
"You were waiting for us?" persisted the Doctor; but the other only shook his head and smiled his lack of comprehension.
"He only knows the first words he said," the Big Business Man suggested.
"He must be from Rogers," the Very Young Man put in. "See, he wants us to go with him."
The Oroid was motioning them forward, holding out his hand as though to lead them.
The Very Young Man started forward, but the Big Business Man held him back.
"Wait a moment," he said. "I don't think we ought to go among these people as large as we are. Rogers is evidently alive and waiting for us. Why wouldn't it be better to be about his size, instead of ten-foot giants as we would look now?"
"How do you know how big Rogers is?" asked the Very Young Man.
"I think that a good idea," agreed the Doctor. "Rogers described these Oroid men as being some six inches shorter than himself, on the average."
"This one might be a pygmy, for all we know," said the Very Young Man.