He leaped to the side, going twenty feet or more with the press of his Earth muscles against the reduced gravity. The creature rushed on toward the professor. That game little man crouched and awaited its onslaught. But Joyce had sprung back again before the two could clash.
He raised the long horn and plunged it into the smooth, purplish back.
Again and again he drove it home, as the monster writhed under him. It had enormous vitality. Gashed and dripping, it yet struggled on, attempting to encircle Joyce with its stubby arms. Once it succeeded, and he felt his ribs crack as it contracted its powerful body. But a final stroke finished the savage fight. He got up and, with an incoherent cry to Wichter, raced toward the opening on which they pinned their hopes of reaching the upper air.
Hissing cries and the thudding of many feet came to them just as they reached the arched mouth of the pa.s.sage. But the cries, and the constant pandemonium of the paralysed animals died behind them as they bounded along the tunnel.
They emerged at last into the sunlight they had never expected to see again, beside one of the great lavender trees. They paused an instant to try to get their bearings.
"This way," panted Joyce as he saw, on a hard-packed path ahead of them, one of the trail-marks he had blazed.
Down the trail they raced, toward their s.p.a.ce sh.e.l.l. Fortunately they met none of the tremendous animals that infested the jungles; and their journey to the clearing in which the sh.e.l.l was lying was accomplished without accident.
"We"re safe now," gasped Wichter, as they came in sight of the bare lava patch. "We can outrun them five feet to their one!"
They burst into the clearing--and halted abruptly. Surrounding the sh.e.l.l, stumping curiously about it and touching it with their shapeless hands, were dozens of the Zeudians.
"My G.o.d!" groaned Joyce. "There must be at least a hundred of them!
We"re lost for certain now!"
They stared with hopeless longing at the vehicle that, if only they could reach it, could carry them back to Earth. Then they turned to each other and clasped hands, without a word. The same thought was in the mind of each--to rush at the swarming monsters and fight till they were killed. There was absolutely no chance of winning through to the sh.e.l.l, but it was infinitely better to die fighting than be swallowed alive.
So engrossed were the Zeudians by the strange thing that had fallen into their province, that Joyce and Wichter got within a hundred feet of them before they turned their pale eyes in their direction. Then, baring their fangs, they streamed toward the Earth men, just as the pursuing Zeudians entered the clearing from the jungle trail.
The two prepared to die as effectively as possible. Each grasped his lace-like horn tightly. The professor mechanically adjusted his gla.s.ses more firmly on his nose....
With his move, the narrowing circle of Zeudians halted. A violent clamor broke out among them. They glared at the two, but made no further step toward them.
"What in the world--" began Wichter bewilderedly.
"Your gla.s.ses!" Joyce shouted, gripping his shoulder. "When you moved them, they all stopped! They must be afraid of them, somehow. Take them clear off and see what happens."
Wichter removed his spectacles, and swung them in his hand, peering near-sightedly at the crowding Zeudians.
Their reaction to his simple move was remarkable! Hisses of consternation came from their lipless mouths. They faced each other uneasily, waving their stubby arms and covering their own eyes as though suddenly afraid they would lose them.
Taking advantage of their indecision, Joyce and Wichter walked boldly toward them. They moved aside, forming a reluctant lane. Some of the Zeudians in the rear shoved to close in on them, but the ones in front held them back. It wasn"t until the two were nearly through that the lane began to straggle into a threatening circle around them again.
The Zeudians were evidently becoming rea.s.sured by the fact that Wichter continued to see all right in spite of the little strange creature"s alarming act of removing his eyes.
"Do it again," breathed Joyce, perspiration beading his forehead as the giants moved closed, their fangs tentatively bared for the numbing poison stroke.
Wichter popped his gla.s.ses on, then jerked them off with a cry, as though he were suffering intensely. Once more the Zeudians faltered and drew back, feeling at their own eyes.
"Run!" cried Joyce. And they raced for the haven of the sh.e.l.l.
The Zeudians swarmed after them, snarling and hissing. Barely ahead of the nearest, Joyce and Wichter dove into the open panel. They slammed it closed just as a powerful, stubby arm reached after them. There was a screaming hiss, and a cold, cartilagenous lump of flesh dropped to the floor of the sh.e.l.l--half the monster"s hand, sheared off between the sharp edge of the door and the metal hull.
Joyce threw in the generator switch. With a soft roar the water-motor exploded into action, sending the sh.e.l.l far into the sky.
"When we return," said Joyce, adding a final thousand miles an hour to their speed before they should fly free of the atmosphere of Zeud, "I think we"d better come at the head of an army, equipped with air-guns and explosive bombs."
"And with gla.s.ses," added the professor, taking off his spectacles and gazing at them as though seeing them for the first time.
Four Miles Within
A COMPLETE NOVELETTE
_By Anthony Gilmore_
CHAPTER I
_The Monster of Metal_
[Ill.u.s.tration: The man hurled the empty gun at the monster.]
[Sidenote: Far down into the earth goes a gleaming metal sphere whose pa.s.sengers are deadly enemies.]
A strange spherical monster stood in the moonlight on the silent Mojave Desert. In the ghostly gray of the sand and sage and joshua trees its metal hide glimmered dully--an amazing object to be found on that lonely spot. But there was only pride and antic.i.p.ation in the eyes of the three people who stood a little way off, looking at it.
For they had constructed the strange sphere, and were soon going to entrust their lives to it.
"Professor," said one of them, a young man with a cheerful face and a likable grin, "let"s go down now! There"s no use waiting till to-morrow. It"s always dark down there, whether it"s day or night up here. Everything is ready."
The white-haired Professor David Guinness smiled tolerantly at the speaker, his partner, Phil Holmes. "I"m kind of eager to be off, myself," he admitted. He turned to the third person in the little group, a dark-haired girl. "What do you say, Sue?"
"Oh, let"s, Father!" came the quick reply. "We"d never be able to sleep to-night, anyway. As Phil says, everything is ready."
"Well, I guess that settles it," Professor Guinness said to the eager young man.
Phil Holmes" face went aglow with antic.i.p.ation. "Good!" he cried.
"Good! I"ll skip over and get some water. It"s barely possible that it"ll be hot down there, in spite of your eloquent logic to the contrary!" And with the words he caught up a large jug standing nearby, waved his hand, said: "I"ll be right back!" and set out for the water-hole, situated nearly a mile away from their little camp.
The heavy hush of the desert night settled down once more after he left.
As his figure merged with the shadows in the distance, the elderly scientist murmured aloud to his daughter:
"You know, it"s good to realize that my dream is about to become a reality. If it hadn"t been for Phil.... Or no--I really ought to thank you, Sue. You"re the one responsible for his partic.i.p.ation!" And he smiled fondly at the slender girl by his side.
"Phil joined us just for the scientific interest, and for the thrill of going four miles down into the earth," she retorted at once, in spite of the blush her father saw on her face. But he did not insist.