‘Sure. Push the button for Shiro, and we’ll start something.’
‘Put your heads against this screen,’ he directed when Shiro had come in, smiling and bowing as usual. ‘I’ve got to caliper your brains to do a good job.’
The calipering done, he adjusted various dials and clamped the electrodes over his own head and over the heads of Crane and Shiro.
‘Want to learn Japanese while we’re at it, Mart? I’m going to.’
‘Yes, please. I tried to learn it while I was in Japan, but it was altogether too difficult to be worthwhile.’
Seaton threw in a switch, opened it, depressed two more, opened them, and threw off the power.
‘All set,’ he reported crisply, and barked a series of explosive syllables at Shiro, ending upon a rising note.
‘Yes, sir,’ answered the Japanese. ‘You speak Nipponese as though you had never spoken any other tongue. I am very grateful to you, sir, that I may now discard my dictionary.’
‘How about you two girls – anything you want to learn in a hurry?’
‘Not me!’ declared Dorothy emphatically. ‘That machine is too perfectly darned weird to suit me. Besides, if I knew as much about science as you do, we’d probably fight about it.’
‘I do not believe I care to—’ began Margaret.
She was interrupted by the penetrating sound of an alarm bell.
‘That’s a new note!’ exclaimed Seaton. ‘I never heard that tone before.’
He stood in surprise at the board, where a brilliant purple light was flashing slowly. ‘Great Cat! That’s a purely Osnomian war-gadget – kind of a battleship detector – shows that there’s a boatload of bad news around here somewhere. Grab the visiplates, quick, folks,’ as he rang Shiro’s bell. ‘I’ll take visiplate and area one, dead ahead. Mart, take number two; Dot, three; Peg four; Shiro, five. Look sharp! … Nothing in front. See anything, any of you?’
None of them could discover anything amiss, but the purple light continued to flash, and the alarm to sound. Seaton cut off the bell.
‘We’re almost to X,’ he thought aloud. ‘Can’t be more than a million miles or so, and we’re almost stopped. Wonder if somebody’s there ahead of us? Maybe Dunark is doing this, though. I’ll call him and see.’ He threw in a switch and said one word – ‘Dunark!’
‘Here!’ came the voice of the Kofedix from the speaker. ‘Are you generating?’
‘No – just called to see if you were. What do you make of it?’
‘Nothing as yet. Better close up?’
‘Yes, edge over this way and I’ll come over to meet you. Leave your negative as it is or we’ll be stopped directly. Whatever it is, it’s dead ahead. It’s a long ways off yet, but we’d better get organized. Wouldn’t talk much, either – they may intercept our wave, narrow as it is.’
‘Better yet, shut off your radio entirely. When we get close enough together, we’ll use the hand-language. You may not know that you know it, but you do. Turn your heaviest searchlight toward me – I’ll do the same.’
There was a click as Dunark’s power was shut off abruptly, and Seaton grinned as he cut his own.
‘That’s right, too, folks. In Osnomian battles we always used a sign-language when we couldn’t hear anything – and that was most of the time. I know it as well as I know English, now that I am reminded of the fact.’
He shifted his course to intercept that of the Osnomian vessel. After a time the watchers picked out a minute point of light, moving comparatively rapidly against the stars, and knew it to be the searchlight of the Kondal. Soon the two vessels were almost side by side, moving cautiously forward, and Seaton set up a sixty-inch parabolic reflector, focused upon a coil. As they went on the purple light continued to flash more and more rapidly, but still nothing was to be seen.
‘Take number six visiplate, will you, Mart? It’s telescopic, equivalent to a twenty-inch refractor. I’ll tell you where to look in a minute – this reflector increases the power of the regular indicator.’ He studied meters and adjusted dials. ‘Set on nineteen hours forty-three minutes, and two hundred seventy-one degrees. He’s too far away yet to read exactly, but that’ll put him in the field of vision.’
‘Is this radiation harmful?’ asked Margaret.
‘Not yet – it’s too weak. Pretty quick we may be able to feel it; then I’ll throw out a screen against it. When it’s strong enough it’s pretty deadly stuff. See anything, Mart?’
‘I see something, but it is very indistinct. It is moving in sharper now. Yes, it is a spaceship, shaped like a dirigible airship.’
‘See it yet, Dunark?’ Seaton signaled.
‘Just sighted it. Ready to attack?’
‘I am not. I’m going to run. Let’s go, and go fast!’
Dunark signaled violently, and Seaton shook his head time after time, stubbornly.
‘A difficulty?’ asked Crane.
‘Yes, he wants to go jump on it, but I’m not looking for trouble with any such craft as that – it must be a thousand feet long and is certainly neither Terrestrial nor Osnomian. I say beat it while we’re all in one piece. How about it?
‘Absolutely,’ concurred Crane and both women, in a breath.
The bar was reversed and the Skylark leaped away. The Kondal followed, although the observers could see that Dunark was raging. Seaton swung number six visiplate around, looked once, and switched on his radio transmitter.
‘Well, Dunark,’ he said grimly, ‘you get your wish. That bird is coming out, with at least twice the acceleration we could get with both motors full on. He saw us all the time, and was waiting for us.’
‘Go on – get away if you can. You can stand a higher acceleration that we can. We’ll hold him as long as possible.’
‘I would, if it would do any good, but it won’t. He’s so much faster than we are that he could catch us anyway, if he wanted to, no matter how much of a start we had – and it looks now as though he wanted us. Two of us stand a lot better chance than one of licking him if he’s looking for trouble. Spread out a little farther apart, and pretend this is all the speed we’ve got. What’ll we give him first?’
‘Give him everything at once. Beams six, seven, eight, nine, and ten …’
Crane, with Seaton, began making contacts, rapidly but with precision. ‘Heat wave two seven. Induction, five eight. Oscillation, everything under point oh six three. All the explosive copper we can get in. Right?’
‘Right – and if worst comes to worst, remember the zone of force. Let him shoot first, because he may be peaceable – but it doesn’t look like olive branches to me.’
‘Got both your screens out?’
‘Yes. Mart, you might take number two visiplate and work the guns – I’ll handle the rest of this stuff. Better strap yourselves in solid, everybody – this may develop into a rough party, by the looks of things right now.’
As he spoke a pyrotechnic display enveloped the entire ship as a radiation from the foreign vessel struck the outer neutralizing screen and dissipated its force harmlessly in the ether. Instantly Seaton threw on the full power of his refrigerating system and shoved in the master switch that actuated the complex offensive armament of his dreadnought of the skies. An intense, livid violet glow hid completely main and auxiliary power bars, and long flashes leaped between metallic objects in all parts of the vessel. The passengers felt each hair striving to stand on end as the very air became more and more highly charged – and this was but the slight corona-loss of the frightful stream of destruction being hurled at the other space-cruiser, now only miles away!
Seaton stared into number one visiplate, manipulating levers and dials as he drove the Skylark hither and yon, dodging frantically while the automatic focusing devices remained centered upon the enemy and the enormous generators continued to pour forth their deadly frequencies. The bars glowed more fiercely as they were advanced to full working load – the stranger was one blaze of incandescent ionization, but she still fought on; and Seaton noticed that the
pyrometers recording the temperature of the shell were mounting rapidly, in spite of the refrigerators.
‘Dunark, put everything you’ve got onto one spot – right on the end of his – nose!’
As the first shell struck the mark Seaton concentrated every force at his command upon the designated point. The air in the Skylark crackled and hissed and intense violet flames leaped from the bars as they were driven almost to the point of disruption. From the forward end of the strange craft there erupted prominence after prominence of searing, unbearable flame as the terrific charges of explosive copper struck the mark and exploded, liberating instantaneously their millions of millions of kilowatt-hours of energy. Each prominence enveloped all three of the fighting vessels and extended for hundreds of miles out into space – but still the enemy warship continued to hurl forth solid and vibratory destruction.
A brilliant orange light flared upon the panel, and Seaton gasped as he swung his visiplate upon his defenses, which he had supposed impregnable. His outer screen was already down, although its mighty copper generator was exerting its utmost power. Black areas had already appeared and were spreading rapidly where there should have been only incandescent radiance; and the inner screen was even now radiating far into the ultra-violet and was certainly doomed. Knowing as he did the stupendous power driving those screens, he knew that there were superhuman and inconceivable forces being directed against them, and his right hand flashed to the switch controlling the zone of force. Fast as he was, much happened in the mere moment that passed before his flying hand could close the switch. In the last infinitesimal instant of time before the zone closed in, a gaping hole appeared in the incandescence of the inner screen, and a small portion of a bar of energy so stupendous as to be palpable struck, like a tangible projectile, the exposed flank of the Skylark. Instantly the refractory arenak turned an intense, dazzling white and more than a foot of the forty-eight-inch skin of the vessel melted away like snow before an oxy-acetylene flame, melting and flying away in molten globules and sparkling gases – the refrigerating coils lining the hull were useless against the concentrated energy of that titanic thrust. As Seaton shut off his power intense darkness and utter silence closed in, and he snapped on the lights.
‘They take one trick!’ he blazed, his eyes almost emitting sparks, and leaped for the generators. He had forgotten the effects of the zone of force, however, and only sprawled grotesquely in the air until he floated within reach of a line.
‘Hold everything, Dick!’ Crane snapped, as Seaton bent over one of the bars. ‘What are you going to do?’
‘I’m going to put as many heavy bars in these generators as they’ll stand and go out and get that bird. We can’t lick him with Osnomian beams or with our explosive copper, but I can carve that sausage into slices with a zone of force, and I’m going to do it.’
‘Steady, old man – take it easy. I see your point, but remember that you must release the zone of force before you can use it as a weapon. Furthermore, you must discover his exact location, and must get close enough to him to use the zone as a weapon, all without its protection. Can those screens be made sufficiently powerful to withstand the beam they employed last, even for a second?’
‘Hm … in … m. Never thought of that, Mart,’ Seaton replied, the fire dying out of his eyes. ‘Wonder how long the battle lasted?’
‘Eight and two-tenths seconds, from first to last, but they had had that heavy ray in action only a fraction of one second when you cut in the zone of force. Either they underestimated our strength at first, or else it required about eight seconds to tune in their heavy generators – probably the former.’
‘But we’ve got to do something, man! We can’t just sit here and twiddle our thumbs!’
‘Why, and why not? That course seems eminently wise and proper. In fact, at the present time, thumb-twiddling seems to me to be distinctly indicated.’
‘Oh, you’re full of little red ants! We can’t do a thing with that zone on – and you say just sit here. Suppose they know all about that zone of force? Suppose they can crack it? Suppose they ram us?’
‘I shall take up your objections in order,’ Crane had lighted a cigarette and was smoking meditatively. ‘First, they may or may not know about it. At present, that point is immaterial. Second, whether or not they know about it, it is almost a certainty that they cannot crack it. It has been up for more than three minutes, and they undoubtedly concentrated everything possible upon us during that time. It is still standing. I really expected it to go down in the first few seconds, but now that it has held this long it will, in all probability, continue to hold indefinitely. Third, they most certainly will not ram us, for several reasons. They probably have encountered few, if any, foreign vessels able to stand against them for a minute, and will act accordingly. Then, too, it is probably safe to assume that their vessel is damaged, to some slight extent at least; for I do not believe that any possible armament could withstand the forces we directed against them and escape entirely unscathed. Finally, if they ram us, what would happen? Would we feel the shock? That barrier in the ether seems impervious, and if so, it could not transmit a blow. I do not see exactly how it would affect the ship dealing the blow. You are the one who works out the new problems in unexplored mathematics – some time you must take a few months off and work it out.’
‘Yeah, it’d take that long, too, I guess – but you’re right, he can’t hurt us. That’s using the brain, Mart! I was going off half-cocked again, damn it! I’ll pipe down, and we’ll go into a huddle.’
Seaton noticed that Dorothy’s face was white and that she was fighting for self-control. Drawing himself over to her, he picked her up in a tight embrace.
‘Cheer up, Red-Top! This man’s war ain’t started yet!’
‘Not started? What do you mean? Haven’t you and Martin just been admitting to each other that you can’t do anything? Doesn’t that mean that we are beaten?’
‘Beaten! Us? How do you get that way? Not on your sweet young life!’ he ejaculated, and the surprise on his face was so manifest that she recovered instantly. ‘We’ve just dug a hole and pulled the hole in after us, that’s all! When we get everything doped out to suit us we’ll snap out of it and that bird’ll think he’s been petting a wildcat!’
‘Mart, you’re the thinking end of this partnership,’ he continued thoughtfully. ‘You’ve got the analytical mind and the judicial disposition, and can think circles around me. From what little you’ve seen of those folks tell me who, what, and where they are. I’m getting the germ of an idea, and maybe we can make it work.’
‘I will try it.’ Crane paused. ‘They are, of course, neither from the Earth nor from Osnome. It is also evident that they are familiar with atomic energy. Their vessels are not propelled as ours are – they have so perfected that force that it acts upon every particle of the structure and its contents …’
‘How do you figure that?’ blurted Seaton.
‘Because of the acceleration they can stand. Nothing even semi-human, and probably nothing living, could endure it otherwise. Right?’
‘Yeah – I never thought of that.’
‘Furthermore, they are far from home, for if they were from anywhere nearby, the Osnomians would probably have known of them – particularly since it is evident from the size of the vessel that space travel is not a recent development with them, as it is with us. Since the green system is close to the center of the galaxy, it seems reasonable, as a working hypothesis, to assume that they are from some system far from the center, perhaps close to the outer edge. They are very evidently of a high degree of intelligence. They are also highly treacherous and merciless …’
‘Why?’ asked Dorothy, who was listening eagerly.
‘I deduce those characteristics from their unprovoked attack upon peaceful ships, vastly smaller and supposedly of inferior armament; and also from the nature of that attack. This vessel is probably a scout or an exploring ship, since it is apparently alone. It is
not altogether beyond the bounds of reason to imagine it upon a voyage of discovery, in search of new planets to be subjugated and colonized …’
‘That’s a sweet picture of our future neighbors – but I guess you’re hitting the nail on the head, at that.’
‘If these deductions are anywhere nearly correct they are terrible neighbors. For my next point, are we justified in assuming that they do or do not know about the zone of force?’ That’s a hard one. Knowing what they evidently do know, it’s hard to see how they could have missed it. And yet, if they had known about it for a long time, wouldn’t they be able to get through it? Of course it may be a real and total barrier in the ether – in that case they’d know that they couldn’t do a thing as long as we keep it on. Take your choice, but I believe that they know about it, and know more than we do – that it is a total barrier set up in the ether.’
‘I agree with you, and we shall proceed upon that assumption. They know, then, that neither they nor we can do anything as long as we maintain the zone – that it is a stalemate. They also know that it takes an enormous amount of power to keep the zone in place. Now we have gone as far as we can go upon the meager data we have – considerably farther than we really are justified in going. We must now try to come to some conclusion concerning their present activities. If our ideas as to their natures are even approximately correct they are waiting, probably fairly close at hand, until we shall be compelled to release the zone, no matter how long that period of waiting shall be. They know, of course, from our small size, that we cannot carry enough copper to maintain it indefinitely, as they could. Does that sound reasonable?’
‘I check you to nineteen decimal places, Mart, and from your ideas I’m getting surer and surer that we can pull their corks. I can get into action in a hurry when I have to, and my idea now is to wait until they relax a trifle, and then slip a fast one over on them. One more bubble out of the old think-tank and I’ll let you off for the day. At what time will their vigilance be at lowest ebb? That’s a poser, I’ll admit, but the answer to it may answer everything – the first shot will, of course, be the best chance we’ll ever have.’
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