The Onslaught from Rigel Part 25

Also to set up a plant for tipping all sh.e.l.ls with lead...."

Ben Ruby leaned forward. "Can we get into their city, their headquarters, or whatever they call it?"

"My G.o.d, I hope so!" cried Sherman. "Marta Lami's in there."

"All right, young man, you'll have your chance for that," said General Grierson. "Now suppose you tell us as much as you know about these--things. Every bit of information we can get will be valuable....

Oh, by the way, Hartnett. Have an order made out to the infantry to cut the points of their bullets with their knives. That will make them dum-dum and bring the lead out. Also another one to evacuate as much infantry as possible. They aren't going to be a great deal of use...."

In the factory of the Atlantic City Packing Company men were toiling, stripped to the waist, in an inferno of heat. The huge row of vats that had once held clams, oysters and fish to grace a nation's palate, now simmered with green-phosph.o.r.escent kettles of molten lead; the hand trucks that once bore piles of canned goods to and fro now pushed by blue-faced men in khaki, held long stacks of pointed sh.e.l.ls. In at one end of the building they came in ceaseless procession to pause before the lead tanks where the workmen took each sh.e.l.l and dipped its tip briefly in the lead, then returned it to the truck. Out the other end they wheeled to be loaded in trucks, buses, limousines, everything that had wheels and would move, to be rushed to the maw of the ceaselessly crying guns.

For the offensive was on--the advance of the La.s.sans had been turned to a retreat. Along the water's edge, with its back to the sea and the steamers ready to pick up the survivors of the defeat of the last army of man, the last army of man had rallied; rallied and stood as the new lead-tipped sh.e.l.ls began to come in and the artillery spouted them at the La.s.san fighting-machines, no longer invincible, invulnerable monsters, but hittable and smashable pieces of mechanism.

It was Ben Ruby in a tank s.h.i.+ning dully with the new lead plating who led the charge against the La.s.san fighting machines on the first day of the battle, and who, with his little division of American tanks, had encountered three of the huge La.s.san monsters outside the city. For a moment, as though dazed by the audacity of this attack, they had done nothing at all. Then all three had turned the light-rays on him. Would it hold?

The deadly rays glanced off, danced to the zenith in a shower of coruscating sparks and the gun of the American tank spoke--once, twice.

A round hole, with a radiating star-pattern running out from it, appeared in the nose of the nearest La.s.san fighting-machine, and it sank to the earth like a tired animal, rolling over and over, helpless. The other two turned to flee, swinging their long bodies around. Surrounded by sh.e.l.l-bursts, riddled by the lead-tipped weapons they too, struggled and sank, to rise no more.

After that there had been losses, of course. The La.s.san sh.e.l.ls occasionally burst in the back areas and claimed a toll. But the advance had gone on steadily for a whole day, unchecked; the La.s.sans were driven back.

And then, as suddenly as they had come, they disappeared. South African aerial scouts, far ahead of the army, reported there was no sign of the enemy in the whole of New Jersey. The dodos vanished from the skies, the fighting machines from the earth. The La.s.sans seemed to have abandoned the struggle and retired to their underground city to wait for the end.

"Frankly," said Sherman, "I don't like it. Those johnnies are too smart to give up like that. I'll bet you a thousand dollars against a lead bullet that they've gone back there to figure out some surprise for us, and when it comes it's going to be a beaner. Those babies may be elephants to the eye, but there's nothing slow about their brains."

"General Grierson doesn't think so," said Ben Ruby. "He's all ready to hang out the flags and call it a day. He sent home two more divisions of infantry yesterday."

"General Grierson hasn't got the finest girl in the world locked up in that hole under the Catskills, burning her fingers off," said Sherman with a set face. "Say, those babies aren't licked by a million miles.

Their guns are just as good as ours and that light stuff they put in them is worse than powder when it goes off. They just didn't have as many guns. I'm taking even money that when they come out again, they'll have something that will make our artillery look sick."

They stood on a street-corner in Philadelphia, the new headquarters of the army of the federated governments.

"Yes, but what are we going to do about it?" asked Ben.

"A lot. For one thing we might go up there and try to bust in, but I don't think that would be very hot. They'll be expecting it. What we can do though, is get General Grierson to give us one of the laboratories here in town and some men to help us, and dope out a few little presents on our side of the fence. I learned plenty through those thought helmets of theirs while I was in that place, though I didn't realize I was getting a lot of it at the time. Those helmets work both ways, you know, and they couldn't keep me from picking up some of their stuff, especially as they were so anxious to find out what I knew they didn't watch themselves."

"Nice idea," said Ben. "I know a little about chemistry and between us we might put over something good. Let's Go."

An hour later, they were installed in their own experimental laboratory, just off Market Street, with enough a.s.sistants to help them with routine work and Gloria Rutherford and Murray Lee to keep them amused.

"All right, chief," said Ben, when they were installed. "What do we do first?"

"Figure out some kind of armor that will stand off whatever kind of ray they pop up with, I guess," offered Sherman.

"May I stick my two cents in?" said Murray Lee. "I don't think that any kind of armor is going to do a lot of good. For one thing, you don't know what the La.s.sans are going to produce. Those tanks we had were armored against the best kind of sh.e.l.ls, and the La.s.sans turned up with the light-ray that made them look like Swiss cheese. It's your show, but if I were fis.h.i.+ng for something, it would be a way to sock those guys.

In this kind of war, the man that gets in the first punch is going to beat."

"That light-ray of theirs is pretty good," said Ben. "From what you know about it already, you ought to be able to dope out a pretty good heat ray."

"No soap," said Sherman. "Too slow. They'll be all set for that, anyway.

It's right along the line they think. No, what we've got to have is something along a new line, and I'm thinking it can't be anything like a gun, either. They're onto that now." He closed the door to the inner office with a bang.

"By the way," asked Gloria, "why don't the Australians send some airplanes up there to the Catskills and shoot up the La.s.san headquarters?"

"Didn't you know?" asked Ben. "They tried it. They dumped about a hundred tons of explosives all over the joint, and it might have been so much mud for all the good it did. Then they ran a railroad gun up there and tried to sh.e.l.l the door, but that wasn't any good, either. They've got a signal station up there watching, waiting for them to come out, and we'll just have to wait for that. Sherman"--he indicated the door behind which the aviator had retired--"is nearly bughouse. They've got his girl a prisoner in there."

"Tough break," commented Gloria. "Wish I could do something for the lady."

They talked about minor matters for a time, Ben speaking absently and cudgeling his brains for a line on which to work toward the new weapon.

It is not easy to sit down and plan out a new invention without anything to start on beyond the desire to have it.

Suddenly, the inner door was flung open. In the aperture they saw Sherman, his face grinning, a small piece of metal in his hand.

"I've got it, folks!" he cried. "A gravity beam!"

CHAPTER XIX

The Gravity Beam

"A gravity beam!" they e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed together in tones varying from incredulity to simple puzzlement. "What's that?"

"Well, it'll take quite a bit of explaining, but I'll drop out the technical part of it.... You see, it's like this--You remember old man Einstein, the frizzy-hair Frisian, demonstrated that magnetism and gravity are the same thing down underneath? And that some of the astronomers and physicists have said that both magnetism and light are the same thing? That is, forms of vibration. Well, one of the things I picked up from the lads in this La.s.san city was that light, matter, electricity, gravitation, magnetism and the whole works, are the same thing in different forms.

"They've just jumped one step beyond Einstein. Now, they've got a way of producing, or mining, pure light, that is, pure matter in its simplest form. When it's released from pressure it becomes material and raises h.e.l.l all over the shop. How they get the squeeze on it, I can't say.

Anyway, it isn't important."

"Very interesting lecture--very," commented Gloria, gravely.

"You pipe down and listen to your betters till they get through,"

Sherman went on. "Children should be seen, not heard. But what I've got here is a piece of permalloy. Under certain magnetic conditions it defies gravity. Now if we can screen gravity that way, why can't we concentrate it, too?"

"Why not? Except that n.o.body ever did it and n.o.body knows how," said Ben Ruby.

"Well, here's the catch. We can do anything we want to with gravity if we go about it right. What is it in chemical atoms that has weight? It's the positive charge, isn't it? The nucleus. And it's balanced by the negative charges, the electrons, that revolve around it. Now if we can find a way to pull some of these negative charges loose from a certain number of atoms of a substance, there are going to be a whole lot of positive charges floating around without anything to bite on. And if we can shoot them at something, it's going to have more positive charges than it can stand. And when that happens, the something is going to get awful heavy, and there are going to be exchanges of negative charges among all the positive charges, and things are going to pop."

"Yes, yes," said Ben. "But what good does all this do? Give us the real dope on how you're going to do it."

"Well, with what I picked up from the La.s.sans, I think I know. They know all about light and mechanics, but they're rotten chemists, and don't realize how good a thing they've got in lots of ways. Now look--if you throw a beam of radiations from a cathode tube into finely divided material you break up some of the atoms. Well, all we have to do is get an extra-powerful cathode tube, break up a lot of atoms, and then deliver the positive charges from them onto whatever we're going for.

That would be your gravity beam."

"How are you going to get radiation powerful enough to split up enough atoms to do you any good?" inquired Ben.

"Easy. Use a radium cathode. The La.s.sans have the stuff, but never think of using it seriously. They think it's an amusing by-product in their pure light mines, and just play round with it. n.o.body ever used it before on earth, because it was too expensive for such foolishness, but with so many less people around, we can get some without too much trouble, I guess."