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By RALPH MILNE FARLEY Author of ‘‘ The Radio Man.’’ WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PARTS I and Il YLES STANDISH CABOT, radio genius who has solved the secret of the wireless transmis- sion of matter, returns to earth from Poros—the planet Venus—whose inhabitants, the Cupians, are much like men, except that they have antenne, instead of ears, and communicate by radio. He relates bow the conquered Formians, giant, intelligent ant-men, conspiring with Prince Yuri, a renegade Cupian, and his followers, kill King Kew XII of Cupia and overrun the country. mother, Prince Lilla, 1s Kew XII's daughter. Cabot rallies the Cupians to the support of bis own little son, King Kew XIII, whose Cabot, separated from Hah Babbuh, Buh Tedn, Poblath, and other loyal friends, flees northward alone to Lake Luno, but discovers his castle deserted and baby Kew dead. Prince Toron, former comrade of Cabot, claims the throne. In attempting to escape ant-men who have surrounded him Cabot is carried by an underground river into the caves of Kar, where he is befriended by priests of the lost religion of Cupia. He reaches Toron’s camp and listens to the prince's tale of escape from the ant-men. CHAPTER XIII. TORON CONTINUES HIS STORY. UT still the young prince did not re- ply. Myles Cabot glanced around the little group and saw that they all were grinning broadly. They had heard the story before. Cabot turned back to Toron again and urged, “‘Go on. You have just said that, as you dashed through the row of ghostly figures, some one lassoed you around the neck. What happened then?” “What happened then?” replied the prince tantalizingly. ‘ The next thing that I knew the red light of morning was flood- ing the eastern sky. I was lying naked on the ground in a garden, while just above me stretched a clothesline with a row of Cupian togas fluttering in the breeze. These were the ghostly row of sentinels of the night before, and the rope which had cut This story began in the Argosy-Alletory Weekly for March 21. 885 GIOok