No evidence of movement showed about the silent camp. Then a pressure door in an end of the main building opened its tiny series of locks. A bent figure came out. The lock closed. The figure straightened and gazed about the camp. Grotesque, bloated semblance of a man! Helmeted, with rounded dome-hood suggestion of an ancient sea diver, yet goggled and trunked like a gas-masked fighter of the twentieth century war.
He stooped presently and disconnected metal weights which were upon his shoes.[E]
Then he stood erect again, and with giant strides bounded along the cliff. Fantastic figure in the blue-lit gloom! A child"s dream of crags and rocks and strange lights with a single monstrous figure in seven-league boots.
He went the length of the ledge with his twenty-foot strides, inspected the lights, and made adjustments. Came back, and climbed with agile, bounding leaps up the spider ladder to the dome on the crater top. A light flashed on up there. Then it was extinguished.
The goggled, bloated figure came leaping down after a moment.
Grantline"s exterior watchman making his rounds. He came back to the main building. Fastened the weights on his shoes. Signaled within.
The lock opened. The figure went inside.
It was early evening, after the dinner hour and before the time of sleep, according to the camp routine Grantline was maintaining. Nine P.
M. of Earth Eastern-American time, recorded now upon his Earth chronometer. In the living room of the main building Johnny Grantline sat with a dozen of his men dispersed about the room, whiling away as best they could the lonesome hours.
[E] Within the Grantline buildings it was found more convenient to use a gravity normal to Earth. This was maintained by the wearing of metal-weighted shoes and metal-loaded belt. The Moon-gravity is normally approximately one-sixth the gravity of Earth.
"All as usual. This cursed Moon! When I get home--if ever I do get home--"
"Say your say, Wilks. But you"ll spend your share of the gold-leaf and thank your constellations that you had your chance!"
"Let him alone! Come on, Wilks, take a hand here. This game is no good with three."
The man who had been outside flung his hissing helmet recklessly to the floor and unsealed his suit. "Here, get me out of this. No, I won"t play. I can"t play your cursed game with nothing at stake!"
"Commissioner"s orders."
A laugh went up at the sharp look Johnny Grantline flung from where he sat reading in a corner of the room.
"Commander"s orders. No gambling gold-leafers tolerated here."
"Play the game, Wilks." Grantline said quietly. "We all know it"s infernal doing nothing."
"He"s been struck by Earth-light," another man laughed. "Commander, I told you not to let that guy Wilks out at night."
A rough but good-natured lot of men. Jolly and raucous by nature in their leisure hours. But there was too much leisure here now. Their mirth had a hollow sound. In older times, explorers of the frozen polar zones had to cope with inactivity, loneliness and despair. But at least they were on their native world. The grimness of the Moon was eating into the courage of Grantline"s men. An unreality here. A weirdness.
These fantastic crags. The deadly silence. The nights, almost two weeks of Earth-time in length, congealed by the deadly frigidity of s.p.a.ce. The days of black sky, blaring stars and flaming Sun, with no atmosphere to diffuse the daylight. Days of weird blending sheen of illumination with most of the Sun"s heat radiating so swiftly from the naked Lunar surface that the outer temperature still was cold. And day and night, always the familiar beloved Earth-disc hanging poised up near the zenith. From thinnest crescent to full Earth, and then steadily back again to crescent.
All so abnormal, irrational, disturbing to human senses. With the mining work over, an irritability grew upon Grantline"s men. And perhaps since the human mind is so wonderful, elusive a thing, there lay upon these men an indefinable sense of impending disaster. Johnny Grantline felt it. He thought about it now as he sat in the room corner watching Wilks being forced into the plaget-game, and he found it strong within him.
Unreasonable, ominous depression! Barring the accident which had disabled his little s.p.a.ce-ship when they reached this small crater hole, his expedition had gone well. His instruments, and the information he had from the former explorers, had picked up the ore-vein with a scant month of search.
The vein had now been exhausted; but the treasure was here. Nothing was left but to wait for the _Planetara_. The men were talking of that now.
"She ought to be well mid-way from here to Ferrok-Shahn by now. When do you figure she"ll be back here, and signal us?"
"Twenty days. Give her another five now to Mars, and five in port.
That"s ten. We"ll pick her signals in three weeks, mark me."
"Three weeks! Just give me three weeks of reasonable sunrise and sunset!
This cursed Moon! You mean, Williams, next daylight."
"Hah! He"s inventing a Lunar language. You"ll be a Moon-man yet, if you live here long enough."
Olaf Swenson, the big blond fellow from the Scandia fiords, came and flung himself down by Grantline.
"Ay tank they bane without not enough to do, Commander. If the ore yust would not give out--"
"Three weeks--it isn"t very long, Ollie."
"No. Maybe not."
From across the room somebody was saying, "If the _Comet_ hadn"t smashed on us, d.a.m.n me but I"d ask the Commander to let some of us take her back. The discarded equipment could go."
"Shut up, Billy. She is smashed."
The little _Comet_, cruising in search of the ore, had come to grief just as the ore was found. It lay now on the crater floor with its nose bashed into an upflung spire of rock. Wrecked beyond repair. Save for the pre-arrangement with the _Planetara_, the Grantline party would have been helpless here on the Moon. Knowledge of that--although no one ever suspected but that the _Planetara_ would come safely--served to add to the men"s depression. They were cut off, virtually helpless on a strange world. Their signalling devices were inadequate even to reach Earth.
Grantline"s power batteries were running low.[F] He could not attempt wide-flung signals without jeopardizing the power necessary for the routine of his camp in the event of the _Planetara_ being delayed. Nor was his electro-telescope adequate to pick small objects at any great distance.[G]
All of Grantline"s effort, in truth, had gone into equipment for the finding and gathering of the treasure. The safety of the expedition had to that extent been neglected.
Swenson was mentioning that now.
"You all agreed to it," Johnny said shortly. "Every man here voted that, above everything, what we wanted was to get the radium."
[F] The Gravely storage tanks--the power used by the Grantline expedition--were heavy and bulky affairs. Economy of s.p.a.ce on the Comet allowed but few of them.
[G] Electro-telescopes of most modern use and power were too large and used too much power to be available to Grantline.
A dynamic little fellow, this Johnny Grantline. Short of temper sometimes, but always just, and a perfect leader of men. In stature he was almost as small as Snap. But he was thick-set, with a smooth shaven, keen-eyed, square-jawed face, and a shock of brown tousled hair. A man of thirty-five, though the decision of his manner, the quiet dominance of his voice, mode him seem older. He stood up now, surveying the blue-lit gla.s.site room with its low ceiling close overhead. He was bowlegged; in movement he seemed to roll with a stiff-legged gait like some sea captain of former days on the deck of his swaying ship.
Queer-looking figure! Heavy flannel shirt and trousers, boots heavily weighted, and bulky metal-loaded belt strapped about his waist.
He grinned at Swenson. "When we divide this treasure, everyone will be happy, Ollie."
The treasure was estimated by Grantline to be the equivalent of ninety millions in gold-leaf. A hundred and ten millions in the gross as it now stood, with twenty millions to be deducted by the Federated Refiners for reducing it to the standard purity of commercial radium. Ninety millions, with only a million and a half to come off for expedition expenses, and the _Planetara_ Company"s share another million. A nice little stake.
Grantline strode across the room with his rolling gait.
"Cheer up, boys. Who"s winning there? I say, you fellows--"