<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XII</h2>
<h3>THE START</h3>
<p>On the evening of November 4th, 1923, the four friends again assembled
at the Scientific Club for the start of their momentous adventure. The
Doctor was the last to arrive, and found the other three anxiously
awaiting him. He brought with him the valise containing the ring and a
suitcase with the drugs and equipment necessary for the journey. He
greeted his friends gravely.</p>
<p>"The time has come, gentlemen," he said, putting the suitcase on the
table.</p>
<p>The Big Business Man took out the ring and held it in his hand
thoughtfully.</p>
<p>"The scene of our new life," he said with emotion. "What does it hold in
store for us?"</p>
<p>"What time is it?" asked the Very Young Man. "We've got to hurry. We
want to get started on time—we mustn't be late."</p>
<p>"Everything's ready, isn't it?" asked the Banker. "Who has the belts?"</p>
<p>"They're in my suitcase," answered the Very Young Man. "There it is."</p>
<p>The Doctor laid the ring and handkerchief on the floor under the light
and began unpacking from his bag the drugs and the few small articles
they had decided to try and take with them. "You have the food and
water," he said.</p>
<p>The Big Business Man produced three small flasks of water and six flat,
square tins containing compressed food. The Very Young Man opened one of
them. "Chocolate soldiers we are," he said, and laughed.</p>
<p>The Banker was visibly nervous and just a little frightened. "Are you
sure you haven't forgotten something?" he asked, quaveringly.</p>
<p>"It wouldn't make a great deal of difference if we had," said the
Doctor, with a smile. "The belts may not contract with us at all; we may
have to leave them behind."</p>
<p>"Rogers didn't take anything," put in the Very Young Man. "Come on;
let's get undressed."</p>
<p>The Banker locked the doors and sat down to watch the men make their
last preparations. They spoke little while they were disrobing; the
solemnity of what they were about to do both awed and frightened them.
Only the Very Young Man seemed exhilarated by the excitement of the
coming adventure.</p>
<p>In a few moments the three men were dressed in their white woolen
bathing suits. The Very Young Man was the first to be fully equipped.</p>
<p>"I'm ready," he announced. "All but the chemicals. Where are they?"</p>
<p>Around his waist he had strapped a broad cloth belt, with a number of
pockets fastened to it. On his feet were felt-lined cloth shoes, with
hard rubber soles; he wore a wrist watch. Under each armpit was fastened
the pouch for carrying the drugs.</p>
<p>"Left arm for red vials," said the Doctor. "Be sure of that—we mustn't
get them mixed. Take two of each color." He handed the Very Young Man
the tin boxes.</p>
<p>All the men were ready in a moment more.</p>
<p>"Five minutes of eight," said the Very Young Man, looking at his watch.
"We're right on time; let's get started."</p>
<p>The Banker stood up among them. "Tell me what I've got to do," he said
helplessly. "You're going all but me; I'll be left behind alone."</p>
<p>The Big Business Man laid his hand on the Banker's shoulder
affectionately. "Don't look so sad, George," he said, with an attempt at
levity. "We're not leaving you forever—we're coming back."</p>
<p>The Banker pressed his friend's hand. His usual crusty manner was quite
gone now; he seemed years older.</p>
<p>The Doctor produced the same spoon he had used when the Chemist made his
departure into the ring. "I've kept it all this time," he said, smiling.
"Perhaps it will bring us luck." He handed it to the Banker.</p>
<p>"What you have to do is this," he continued seriously. "We shall all
take an equal amount of the drug at the same instant. I hope it will act
upon each of us at the same rate, so that we may diminish uniformly in
size, and thus keep together."</p>
<p>"Gosh!" said the Very Young Man. "I never thought of that. Suppose it
doesn't?"</p>
<p>"Then we shall have to adjust the difference by taking other smaller
amounts of the drug. But I think probably it will.</p>
<p>"You must be ready," he went on to the Banker, "to help us on to the
ring if necessary."</p>
<p>"Or put us back if we fall off," said the Very Young Man. "I'm going to
sit still until I'm pretty small. Gracious, it's going to feel funny."</p>
<p>"After we have disappeared," continued the Doctor, "you will wait, say,
until eleven o'clock. Watch the ring carefully—some of us may have to
come back before that time. At eleven o'clock pack up everything"—he
looked around the littered room with a smile—"and take the ring back to
the Biological Society."</p>
<p>"Keep your eye on it on the way back," warned the Very Young Man.
"Suppose we decide to come out some time later to-night—you can't
tell."</p>
<p>"I'll watch it all night to-night, here and at the Museum," said the
Banker, mopping his forehead.</p>
<p>"Good scheme," said the Very Young Man approvingly. "Anything might
happen."</p>
<p>"Well, gentlemen," said the Doctor, "I believe we're all ready. Come on,
Will."</p>
<p>The Big Business Man was standing by the window, looking out intently.
He evidently did not hear the remark addressed to him, for he paid no
attention. The Doctor joined him.</p>
<p>Through the window they could see the street below, crowded now with
scurrying automobiles. The sidewalks were thronged with
people—theater-goers, hurrying forward, seeking eagerly their evening's
pleasure. It had been raining, and the wet pavements shone with long,
blurred yellow glints from the thousands of lights above. Down the
street they could see a huge blazing theater sign, with the name of a
popular actress spelt in letters of fire.</p>
<p>The Big Business Man threw up the window sash and took a deep breath of
the moist, cool air of the night.</p>
<p>"Good-by, old world," he murmured with emotion. "Shall I see you again,
I wonder?" He stood a moment longer, silently staring at the scene
before him. Then abruptly he closed the window, pulled down the shade,
and turned back to the room.</p>
<p>"Come on," said the Very Young Man impatiently. "It's five minutes after
eight. Let's get started."</p>
<p>"Just one thing before we start," said the Doctor, as they gathered in
the center of the room. "We must understand, gentlemen, from the moment
we first take the drug, until we reach our final smallest size, it is
imperative, or at least highly desirable, that we keep together. We
start by taking four of the pellets each, according to the memoranda
Rogers left. By Jove!" he interrupted himself, "that's one thing
important we did nearly forget."</p>
<p>He went to his coat, and from his wallet took several typewritten sheets
of paper.</p>
<p>"I made three copies," he said, handing them to his companions. "Put
them away carefully; the front pocket will be most convenient, probably.</p>
<p>"It may not be hard for us to keep together," continued the Doctor. "On
the other hand, we may find it extremely difficult, if not quite
impossible. In the latter event we will meet at the city of Arite.</p>
<p>"There are two things we must consider. First, we shall be constantly
changing size with relation to our surroundings. In proportion to each
other, we must remain normal in size if we can. Secondly we shall be
traveling—changing position in our surroundings. So far as that aspect
of the trip is concerned, it will not be more difficult for us to keep
together, probably, than during any adventurous journey here in this
world.</p>
<p>"If through accident or any unforeseen circumstance we are separated in
size, the one being smallest shall wait for the others. That can be
accomplished by taking a very small quantity of the other drug—probably
merely by touching one of the pellets to the tongue. Do I make myself
clear?" His friends nodded assent.</p>
<p>"If any great separation in relative size occurs," the Doctor went on,
"a discrepancy sufficient to make the smallest of us invisible for a
time to the others, then another problem presents itself. We must be
very careful, in that event, not to change our position in space—not to
keep on traveling, in other words—or else, when we become the same size
once more, we will be out of sight of one another. Geographically
separated, so to speak," the Doctor finished with a smile.</p>
<p>"I am so explicit on this point of keeping together," he continued,
"because—well, I personally do not want to undertake even part of this
journey alone."</p>
<p>"You're darn right—me neither," agreed the Very Young Man emphatically.
"Let's get going."</p>
<p>"I guess that's all," said the Doctor, with a last glance around, and
finally facing the Banker. "Good-by, George."</p>
<p>The Banker was quite overcome, and without a word he shook hands with
each of his friends.</p>
<p>The three men sat beside each other on the floor, close to the
handkerchief and ring; the Banker sat in his chair on the other side,
facing them, spoon in hand. In silence they each took four of the
pellets. Then the Banker saw them close their eyes; he saw the Big
Business Man put his hands suddenly on the floor as though to steady
himself.</p>
<p>The Banker gripped the arms of his chair firmly. He knew exactly what to
expect, yet now when his friends began slowly to diminish in size he was
filled with surprise and horror. For several minutes no one spoke. Then
the Very Young Man opened his eyes, looked around dizzily for an
instant, and began feeling with his hands the belt at his waist, his
shoes, wrist-watch, and the pouches under his armpits.</p>
<p>"It's all right," he said with an enthusiasm that contrasted strangely
with the tremor in his voice. "The belt's getting smaller, too. We're
going to be able to take everything with us."</p>
<p>Again silence fell on the room, broken only by the sound of the three
men on the floor continually shifting their positions as they grew
smaller. In another moment the Doctor clambered unsteadily to his feet
and, taking a step backward, leaned up against the cylindrical mahogany
leg of the center-table, flinging his arms around it. His head did not
reach the table-top.</p>
<p>The Very Young Man and the Big Business Man were on their feet now, too,
standing at the edge of the handkerchief, and clinging to one another
for support. The Banker looked down at them and tried to smile. The Very
Young Man waved his hand, and the Banker found voice to say: "Good-by,
my boy."</p>
<p>"Good-by, sir," echoed the Very Young Man. "We're making it."</p>
<p>Steadily they grew smaller. By this time the Doctor had become far too
small for his arms to encircle the leg of the table. The Banker looked
down to the floor, and saw him standing beside the table leg, leaning
one hand against it as one would lean against the great stone column of
some huge building.</p>
<p>"Good-by, Frank," said the Banker. But the Doctor did not answer; he
seemed lost in thought.</p>
<p>Several minutes more passed in silence. The three men had diminished in
size now until they were not more than three inches high. Suddenly the
Very Young Man let go of the Big Business Man's arm and looked around to
where the Doctor was still leaning pensively against the table leg. The
Banker saw him speak swiftly to the Big Business Man, but in so small a
voice he could not catch the words. Then both little figures turned
towards the table, and the Banker saw the Very Young Man put his hands
to his mouth and shout. And upward to him came the shrillest, tiniest
little voice he had ever heard, yet a voice still embodying the
characteristic intonation of the Very Young Man.</p>
<p>"Hey, Doctor!" came the words. "You'll never get here if you don't come
now."</p>
<p>The Doctor looked up abruptly; he evidently heard the words and realized
his situation. (He was by this time not more than an inch and a half in
height.) He hesitated only a moment, and then, as the other two little
figures waved their arms wildly, he began running towards them. For more
than a minute he ran. The Very Young Man started towards him, but the
Doctor waved him back, redoubling his efforts.</p>
<p>When he arrived at the edge of the handkerchief, evidently he was nearly
winded, for he stopped beside his friends, and stood breathing heavily.
The Banker leaned forwards, and could see the three little figures (they
were not as big as the joint of his little finger) talking earnestly;
the Very Young Man was gesticulating wildly, pointing towards the ring.
One of them made a start, but the others called him back.</p>
<p>Then they began waving their arms, and all at once the Banker realized
they were waving at him. He leaned down, and by their motions knew that
something was wrong—that they wanted him to do something.</p>
<p>Trembling with fright, the Banker left his chair and knelt upon the
floor. The Very Young Man made a funnel of his hands and shouted up:
"It's too far away. We can't make it—we're too small!"</p>
<p>The Banker looked his bewilderment. Then he thought suddenly of the
spoon that he still held in his hand, and he put it down towards them.
The three little figures ducked and scattered as the spoon in the
Banker's trembling fingers neared them.</p>
<p>"Not that—the ring. Bring it closer. Hurry—Hurry!" shouted the Very
Young Man. The Banker, leaning closer, could just hear the words.
Comprehending at last, he picked up the ring and laid it near the edge
of the handkerchief. Immediately the little figures ran over to it and
began climbing up.</p>
<p>The Very Young Man was the first to reach it; the Banker could see him
vault upwards and land astraddle upon its top. The Doctor was up in a
moment more, and the two were reaching down their hands to help up the
Big Business Man. The Banker slid the spoon carefully along the floor
towards the ring, but the Big Business Man waved it away. The Banker
laid the spoon aside, and when he looked at the ring again the Big
Business Man was up beside his companions, standing upright with them
upon the top of the ring.</p>
<p>The Banker stared so long and intently, his vision blurred. He closed
his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again the little figures
on the top of the ring had disappeared.</p>
<p>The Banker felt suddenly sick and faint in the closeness of the room.
Rising to his feet, he hurried to a window and threw up the sash. A gust
of rain and wind beat against his face as he stood leaning on the sill.
He felt much better after a few moments; and remembering his friends, he
closed the window and turned back towards the ring. At first he thought
he could just make them out, but when he got down on the floor close
beside the ring, he saw nothing.</p>
<p>Almost unnerved, he sat down heavily upon the floor beside the
handkerchief, leaning on one elbow. A corner of the handkerchief was
turned back, and one side was ruffled where the wind from the opened
window had blown it up. He smoothed out the handkerchief carefully.</p>
<p>For some time the Banker sat quiet, reclining uncomfortably upon the
hard floor. The room was very still—its silence oppressed him. He
stared stolidly at the ring, his head in a turmoil. The ring looked
oddly out of place, lying over near one edge of the handkerchief; he had
always seen it in the center before. Abruptly he put out his hand and
picked it up. Then remembrance of the Doctor's warning flooded over him.
In sudden panic he put the ring down again, almost in the same place at
the edge of the handkerchief.</p>
<p>Trembling all over, he looked at his watch; it was a quarter to nine. He
rose stiffly to his feet and sank into his chair. After a moment he
lighted a cigar. The handkerchief lay at his feet; he could just see the
ring over the edge of his knees. For a long time he sat staring.</p>
<p>The striking of a church clock nearby roused him. He shook himself
together and blinked at the empty room. In his hand he held an unlighted
cigar; mechanically he raised it to his lips. The sound of the church
bells died away; the silence of the room and the loneliness of it made
him shiver. He looked at his watch again. Ten o'clock! Still another
hour to wait and watch, and then he could take the ring back to the
Museum. He glanced down at the ring; it was still lying by the edge of
the handkerchief.</p>
<p>Again the Banker fell into a stupor as he stared at the glistening gold
band lying on the floor at his feet. How lonely he felt! Yet he was not
alone, he told himself. His three friends were still there, hardly two
feet from the toe of his shoe. He wondered how they were making out.
Would they come back any moment? Would they ever come back?</p>
<p>And then the Banker found himself worrying because the ring was not in
the center of the handkerchief.</p>
<p>He felt frightened, and he wondered why. Again he looked at his watch.
They had been gone more than two hours now. Swiftly he stooped, and
lifting the ring, gazed at it searchingly, holding it very close to his
eyes. Then he carefully put it down in the center of the handkerchief,
and lay back in his chair with a long sigh of relief. It was all right
now; just a little while to wait, and then he could take it back to the
Museum. In a moment his eyes blinked, closed, and soon he was fast
asleep, lying sprawled out in the big leather chair and breathing
heavily.</p>
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