We gathered at our eastward window to gaze across the void of that five hundred feet. The interior of Tugh"s cage was not visible to us.
A little window--a thinner patch in the lattices of the cage-side--fronted us; but nothing showed in it.
We were so helpless! Only five hundred feet away, the Tugh cage was there--now; yet we could do nothing save hold our Time-changing rate to conform with it. Of course Tugh saw us. He was making no effort to elude us, for neither cage was running at its maximum.
For hours I stood gazing, praying that Mary might be safe, striving with futile fancy to guess what might be transpiring within that cage speeding side by side with us in the blurred shadows of the corridors of Time.
And again, as so many times before, I was balked at guessing Tugh"s motives for his actions. He knew we could not a.s.sail him unless he stopped. But to what destination was he going?
It was a chase--to our consciousness of the pa.s.sing of Time--which lasted several hours. Tugh altered his Time-rate and sped more swiftly. My heart sank, for this showed he was not preparing to stop.
We lost direct sight of the other cage several times as it drew ahead of us. But it was always visible on the image-mirror.
"I think," Tina said finally, "that we should stay behind it. When he r.e.t.a.r.ds to stop, we will have a better opportunity of landing simultaneously with him."
We pa.s.sed 100,000 A.D. The forest went down, and it seemed that only rocks were here. A barren vista was visible off to the river and the distant sea. The familiar conformations of the sea and the land were changed. There was a different sh.o.r.e-line. It was nearer at hand now; and it was creeping closer.
I stared at that blurred gray surface of water; at the wide, undulating stretch of rock. We came to 1,000,000 A.D.--a million years into my future. Ice came briefly, and vanished again. But there were no trees springing into life on this barren landscape. I could not fancy that even the transitory habitations of humans were here in this cold desolation.
Were we headed for the End? I could envisage a dying world, its internal fires cooling.
Ten million years.... Then a hundred million.... The gray scene, blended of dark nights and sunshine days, began changing its monochrome. There were fleeting alternating intervals, now, when it was darker, and then lighter with a tinge of red. The Earth"s rotation was slowing down. Through thousands of centuries the change had been proceeding, but only now could I see the lengthening days and nights.
Perhaps now the day was a month long, and the night the same.
A billion years! 1,000,000,000 A.D.! By now the day and the year were of equal length. And it chanced that this Western Hemisphere faced the sun. I could see the sun now, motionless above the horizon. The scene was dull red. The sun painted the rocks and the sullen sea with blood....
A shout from Larry whirled me round. "George! Good G.o.d!"
He was bending over the image-mirror; Tina, ghastly pale, with utter horror stamped upon her face, sprang for the controls. On the mirror I caught a fleeting glimpse of Tugh"s cage, wrecked and broken--and instantly gone.
"It stopped!" Larry shouted. "Good G.o.d, it stopped all at once! It was wrecked! Smashed!"
We reeled; I all but lost consciousness with the shock of our own abrupt r.e.t.a.r.ding. Our cage stopped and turned back. Tina located the wreckage and stopped again.
We slid the door open. The outer air was deadly cold. The sun was a huge dull-red ball hanging in the haze of a grey sky. The rocks were grey-black, with the blood-light of the sun upon them.
Five hundred feet from us, by the sh.o.r.e of an oily, sullen sea, the wreckage of Tugh"s cage was piled in a heap. Near it, the crumpled white figure of Mary lay on the rocks. And beside her, still with his black cloak around him, crouched Tugh!
CHAPTER XXIII
_Diabolical Exile of Time!_
Tugh saw us as we stood in our cage doorway. His thick barrel-like figure rose erect, and from his parted cloak his arms waved with a wild gesture of defiance and triumph. He was clearly outlined in the red sunlight against the surface of the sea behind. We saw in one of his hands a ray cylinder--and then his arm came down and he fired at us. It was the white, disintegrating ray.
We were stricken by surprise, and stood for that moment transfixed in our doorway. Tugh"s narrow, intensely white beam leaped over the intervening rocks; but it fell short of us. I saw that it had a range of about a hundred feet. Over the m.u.f.fled heavy silence of the blood-red day the cripple"s curse floated clear. He lowered his weapon; and, heedless that we also might be armed, he leaped nimbly past Mary"s prostrate form and came shambling over the rocks directly for me!
It stung me into action, and for all the chaotic rush of these desperate moments my heart surged with relief. Mary was not dead!
Beyond Tugh"s oncoming figure, as he shambled like an infuriated charging bear over the rough rocky ground, I saw the white form of Mary move! She was striving to sit up!
I held my ray cylinder--the one I had rescued from Migul. But its range was no more than twenty feet: I had tested it; and Tugh"s beam had flashed a full hundred! I whirled on Larry.
"Get away from here, you and Tina! You can"t help me!"
"George, listen--"
"He"s coming. Larry--you d.a.m.n fool, get away from here! It goes a hundred feet, that ray of his: it"ll be raking us in a minute! Run, I tell you! Get to that line of rocks!"
Close behind our cage was a small broken ridge of rocks--strewn boulders in a tumbled line some ten or fifteen feet in height. It would afford shelter: there were broken places to give pa.s.sage through it. The ridge curved crescent-shaped behind our cage and ran down toward the sh.o.r.e.
Larry and Tina stood white and confused. Larry panted, "But, George. I can help you fight him! Hide here in the cage--"
"Get away, I tell you! It"s his death or mine this time! I"ll get him if I can!"
I shoved Larry violently away and ducked back into our doorway. Only a few breathless seconds had pa.s.sed; Tugh was still several hundred feet away from us. Larry and Tina ran behind the cage, darted between the boulders of the ridge and vanished.
I crouched in the cage. Tugh was not visible from here. A moment pa.s.sed. Dared I remain? If I could get Tugh within twenty feet of me, my shot was as good as his.... The silence was horrible. Was he coming forward? Did he know I was in here? I thought surely he must have seen Larry and Tina run away, and me dart in here: we had all been in plain sight of him.
This horrible silence! Was he creeping up on me? Would he fire through the doorway, or appear abruptly at the window? I could not tell where to place myself in the room--and it could mean my life or death.
The silence was split by Tina calling, "Tugh, we have caught you!"
Her voice was to one side and behind our cage, calling defiance at Tugh to distract his attention from me. Through the window I saw the flash of his beam, slanting sidewise at Tina. I gauged the source of his ray to be still some distance off, and crept to the door, cautiously peering.
Tugh stood on the open rock surface. He had swung to my right and was near the little ridge of rocks where it turned and bent down to the sh.o.r.e. Behind me came Tina"s voice again:
"At last we have you, Tugh!"
I saw Tina poised on the top of the ridge, partially behind me at the elbow of the ridge-curve. She screamed her defiance, and again Tugh fired at her. The beam slanted over me, but still was short.
Larry had vanished. Then I saw him, though Tugh did not. He had run along behind the ridge, and appeared, now, well down toward the sh.o.r.e.
He was barely a hundred feet from the cripple. I saw him stoop, seize a chunk of rock, and throw it. The missile bounded and pa.s.sed close to Tugh.
Larry instantly ducked back out of sight. The bounding stone startled Tugh; he whirled toward it and fired over the ridge. Tina again had changed her position and was shouting at him. They were trying to exhaust his cylinder charges; and if they could do that he would be helpless before me.
For a moment he stood as though confused. As he turned to gaze after Tina, Larry flung another rock. But this time Tugh did not fire. He started back toward where, by the wreckage of his cage, Mary was now sitting up in a daze; then he changed his mind, whirled and fired directly at my doorway. I was just beyond the effective range of his beam, but it was truly aimed: I felt the horrible nauseous impact of it, a shuddering, indescribable sickening of all my being. I staggered back into the room and recovered my strength. A side window porte was open; I leaped through it and landed upon the rocks, with the cage between Tugh and me.
He fired again at the doorway. Tina had disappeared. Larry was now out of range, standing on the ridge, shouting and hurling rocks.
But Tugh did not heed him. He was shambling for my doorway. He would pa.s.s within twenty feet of me as I crouched outside the cage at its opposite corner. I could take him by surprise.