Early next morning, with a screech of high-powered engines, a sleek race-craft streaked round a measured course in the Trigan river estuary.

He’s too old for that game!

It was only the other day he nearly killed himself trying to break the auto-track record!

On the last lap of the course, with the finishing post in sight—TROUBLE!

One of his engines has overheated! It’s going to blow up!

Bail out, Narrod! Bail out!

The pilot stayed with his blazing craft and took it past the finish!























With great skill, he brought the craft to the ground and leapt for safety as it exploded!

Narrod! That was magnificent!

Congratulations, Narrod!

It was nothing. Wait till I’ve built a faster, better race-craft, then you’ll really see something!

Not till he was alone did Narrod remove his concealing helmet—to reveal the face of a man twenty years younger than his true age!

Yes! I shall better all my old records! Now that I’ve regained my youth, nothing can stop me!

Meanwhile, back in his laboratory, Peric was still trying to repeat the experiment that had led to his own dramatic rejuvenation.

No luck, Master?

One has to proceed carefully, Mallo. I’ll leave you to continue for a while.

Alone, Mallo plunged recklessly . . .

Little does Peric realise that it’s simply a matter of using large quantities of the ingredients . . .

I need another supply of the stuff—and another rich old man to buy it!

That night, on an impulse that gave him a feeling of long-forgotten pleasure, Narrod searched out an old favourite of his childhood.

Hello, old soldier—it’s been a long time! How are you, eh?

In the morning, when his manservant came to wake him . . .

Hey! What are you doing here, boy? Who are you?

I’m your master—Narrod!

And why are you calling me “BOY”?

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 649 on 22 June 1974.