He met Aura's tender, serious eyes, and smiled. "I'm all right," he said. "What a foolish thing to faint."
Lylda stooped beside him, "You saved us all," she said. "There is nothing we can say—to mean what it should. But you will always know how we feel; how splendid you were."
To the praise they gave him the Very Young Man had no answer save a smile of embarrassment. Aura said nothing, only met his smile with one of her own, and with a tender glance that made his heart beat faster.
"I'm all right," he repeated after a moment of silence. "Let's get started."
They sat down now beside the Very Young Man, and earnestly discussed the best plan for getting out of the ring.
"You said you had calculated the best way," suggested the Doctor to the Chemist.
"First of all," interrupted the Big Business Man. "Are we sure none of these Oroids is going to follow us? For Heaven's sake let's have done with these terrible struggles."
The Very Young Man remembered. "He stole one of the vials," he said, pointing to Targo's body.
"He was probably alone," the Chemist reasoned. "If any others had been with him they would have taken some of the drug also. Probably Targo took one of the pills and then dropped the vial to the ground."
"My idea," pursued the Big Business Man, "is for us to get large just as quickly and continuously as possible. Probably you're right about Targo, but don't let's take any chances.