"He says Targo vowed death to all who have the magic power. He spoke in the city just now, and promised them deliverance from the giants."
"Good Lord," murmured the Very Young Man.
"He has gone to Orlog probably," the Chemist continued. "We have nothing to fear for the moment. But that he could speak, in the centre of Arite, after this morning, and that the people would listen—"
"It seems to me things are getting worse every minute," said the Big Business Man.
Oteo spoke again. The Chemist translated. "The police did nothing. They simply stood and listened, but took no part."
"Bad; very bad," repeated the old man, shaking his head.
"What we should do I confess I cannot tell," said the Chemist soberly. "But that we should do something drastic is obvious."
"We can't do anything until Lylda gets back," declared the Very Young Man. "We'll see what she has done. We might have had to let Targo go anyway."
The Chemist started towards the door. "To-night, by the time of sleep, Reoh," he said to the old man, "I expect Lylda will have returned. You had better come to us then with Aura. I do not think you should stay here alone to sleep to-night."
"In a moment—Aura comes," Reoh answered. "We shall be with you—very soon."