Astounding Stories of Super-Science January 1931 Part 44

Again and again the gleaming cylinder drove at them like a projectile from the mortars of the G.o.ds, and it roared and thundered through the air or turned to vanish with incredible speed straight up into the heights, to return and fall again ... until finally it hung motionless a foot above the gra.s.s from which the uniformed figures had fled. Only Colonel Boynton was there to greet the flyer as he laid his strange craft gently down.

"Nice little show, Captain," he said, while his broad face broke into the widest of grins. "A d.a.m.n nice little show! But take that look off of your face. They'll listen to you now; they'll eat right out of your hand."

CHAPTER XV

If Lieutenant McGuire could have erased from his mind the thought of the threat that hung over the earth he would have found nothing but intensest pleasure in the experiences that were his.

But night after night they had heard the reverberating echoes of the giant gun speeding its messenger of death toward the earth, and he saw as plainly as if he were there the terrible destruction that must come where the missiles struck. Gas, of course; that seemed the chief and only weapon of these monsters, and Djorn, the elected leader of the Venus folk, confirmed him in this surmise.

"We had many gases," he told McGuire, "but we used them for good ends.

You people of Earth--or these invaders, if they conquer Earth--must some day engage in a war more terrible than wars between men. The insects are your greatest foe. With a developing civilization goes the multiplication of insect and bacterial life. We used the gases for that war, and we made this world a heaven." He sighed regretfully for his lost world.

"These red ones found them, and our factories for making them. But they have no gift for working out or mastering the other means we had for our defense--the electronic projectors, the creation of tremendous magnetic fields: you saw one when we destroyed the attacking s.h.i.+ps.

Our scientists had gone far--"

"I wish to Heaven you had some of them to use now," said the lieutenant savagely, and the girl, Althora, standing near, smiled in sympathy for the flyer's distress. But her brother, Djorn, only murmured: "The l.u.s.t to kill: that is something to be overcome."

The fatalistic resignation of these folk was disturbing to a man of action like McGuire. His eyes narrowed, and his lips were set for an abrupt retort when Althora intervened.

"Come," she said, and took the flyer's hand. "It is time for food."

She took him to the living quarters occupied by her brother and herself, where opal walls and jewelled inlays were made lovely by the soft light that flooded the rooms.

"Just one tablet," she said, and brought him a thin white disc, "then plenty of water. You must take this compressed food often and in small quant.i.ties till your system is accustomed."

"You make this?" he asked.

"But certainly. Our chemists are learned men. We should lack for food, otherwise, here in our underground home."

He let the tablet dissolve in his mouth. Althora leaned forward to touch his hand gently.

"I am sorry," she said, "that you and Djorn fail to understand one another. He is good--so good! But you--you, too, are good, and you fear for the safety of your own people."

"They will be killed to the last woman and child," he replied, "or they will be captured, which will be worse."

"I understand," she told him, and pressed his hand; "and if I can help, Lieutenant Mack Guire, I shall be so glad."

He smiled at her stilted p.r.o.nunciation of his name. He had had the girl for an almost constant companion since his arrival; the s.e.xes, he found, were on a level of mutual freedom, and the girl's companions.h.i.+p was offered and her friends.h.i.+p expressed as openly as might have been that of a youth. Of Sykes he saw little; Professor Sykes was deep in astronomical discussions with the scientists of this world.

But she was charming, this girl of a strange race so like his own. A skin from the velvet heart of a rose and eyes that looked deep into his and into his mind when he permitted; eyes, too, that could crinkle to ready laughter or grow misty when she sang those weird melodies of such thrilling sweetness.

Only for the remembrance of Earth and the horrible feeling of impotent fury, Lieutenant McGuire would have found much to occupy his thoughts in this loveliest of companions.

He laughed now at the sounding of his name, and the girl laughed with him.

"But it _is_ your name, is it not?" she asked.

"Lieutenant Thomas McGuire," he repeated, "and those who like me call me 'Mac.'"

"Mac," she repeated. "But that is so short and hard sounding. And what do those who love you say?"

The flyer grinned cheerfully. "There aren't many who could qualify in that respect, but if there were they would call me Tommy."

"That is better," said Althora with engaging directness; "that is much better--Tommy." Then she sprang to her feet and hurried him out where some further wonders must be seen and exclaimed over without delay.

But Lieutenant McGuire saw the pink flush that crept into her face, and his own heart responded to the telltale betrayal of her feeling for him. For never in his young and eventful life had the man found anyone who seemed so entirely one with himself as did this lovely girl from a distant star.

He followed where she went dancing on her way, but not for long could his mind be led away from the menace he could not forget. And on this day, as on many days to come, he struggled and racked his brain to find some way in which he could thwart the enemy and avert or delay their stroke.

It was another day, and they were some months on their long journey away from the earth when an inspiration came. Althora had offered to help, and he knew well how gladly she would aid him; the feeling between them had flowered into open, if unspoken love. Not that he would subject her to any danger--he himself would take all of that when it came--but meanwhile--

"Althora," he asked her, "can you project your mind into that of one of the reds?"

"I could, easily," she replied, "but it would not be pleasant. Their minds are horrible; they reek of evil things." She shuddered at the thought, but the man persisted.

"But if you could help, would you be willing? I can do so little; I can never stop them; but I may save my people from some suffering at least. Here is my idea:

"Djorn tells me that I had it figured right: they plan an invasion of the earth when next the two planets approach. He has told me of their armies and their fleets of s.h.i.+ps that will set off into s.p.a.ce. I can't prevent it; I am helpless! But if I knew what their leader was thinking--"

"Torg!" she exclaimed. "You want to know the mind of that beast of beasts!"

"Yes," said the man. "It might be of value. Particularly if I could know something of their great gun--where it is and what it is--well, I might do something about that."

The girl averted her eyes from the savage determination on his face.

"No--no!" she exclaimed; "I could not. Not Torg!"

McGuire's own face fell at the realization of the enormity of this favor he had demanded. "That's all right," he said and held her soft hand in his; "just forget it. I shouldn't have asked."

But she whispered as she turned to walk away: "I must think, I must think. You ask much of me, Tommy; but oh, Tommy, I would do much for you!" She was sobbing softly as she ran swiftly away.

And the man in khaki--this flyer of a distant air-service--strode blindly off to rage and fume at his helplessness and his inability to strike one blow at those beings who lived in that world above.

There were countless rooms and pa.s.sages where the work of the world below went on. There were men and women whose artistic ability found outlet in carvings and sculpture, chemists and others whose work was the making of foods and endless experimentation, some thousand of men and women in the strength of their endless youth, who worked for the love of the doing and lived contentedly and happily while they waited for the day of their liberation. But of fighters there were none, and for this Lieutenant McGuire grieved wholeheartedly.

He was striding swiftly along where a corridor ended in blackness ahead. There was a gleaming machine on the floor beside him when a hand clutched at his arm and a warning voice exclaimed: "No further, Lieutenant McGuire; you must not go!"

"Why?" questioned the lieutenant. "I've got to walk--do something to keep from this d.a.m.nable futile thinking."

"But not there," said the other; "it is a place of death. Ten paces more and you would have vanished in a flicker of flame. The projector"--he touched the mechanism beside them--"is always on. Our caves extend in an endless succession; they join with the labyrinth where the red ones used to live. They could attack us but for this.

Nothing can live in its invisible ray; they are placed at all such entrances."