CHAPTER XXIX
THE BATTLE ON THE STAIRS
Almost like the echo of his shout, a faint snarling cry rose from the corridor, outside. They heard a clicking, sliding, ominous sound; and, with instant comprehension, knew the truth.
"They"ve got up, some of them--somehow!" Stern cried. "They"ll be at our throats, here, in a moment! Load! _Load!_ You shoot--_I"ll_ give "em Pulverite!"
No time, now, for caution. While the girl hastily threw in more cartridges, Stern gathered up all the remaining vials of the explosive.
These, garnered along his wounded arm which clasped them to his body, made a little bristling row of death. His left hand remained free, to fling the little gla.s.s bombs.
"Come! Come, meet "em--they mustn"t trap us, here!"
And together they crept noiselessly into the other room and thence to the corridor-door.
Out they peered.
"Look! Torches!" whispered he.
There at the far end of the hallway, a red glare already flickered on the wall around the turn by the elevator-shaft. Already the confused sounds of the attackers were drawing near.
"They"ve managed to dig away the barricade, somehow," said Stern. "And now they"re out for business--clubs, poisoned darts and all--and fangs, and claws! How many of "em? G.o.d knows! A swarm, that"s all!"
His mouth felt hot and dry, with fever, and the mad excitement of the impending battle. His skin seemed tense and drawn, especially upon the forehead. As he stood there, waiting, he heard the girl"s quick breathing. Though he could hardly see her in the gloom, he felt her presence and he loved it.
"Beatrice," said he, and for a moment his hand sought hers, "Beatrice, little girl o" mine, if this is the big finish, if we both go down together and there"s no to-morrow, I want to tell you now--"
A yapping outcry interrupted him. The girl seized his arm. Brighter the torchlight grew.
"Allan!" she whispered. "Come back, back, away from here. We"ve got to get up those stairs, there, at the other end of the hall. _This_ is no kind of place to meet them--we"re exposed, here. There"s no protection!"
"You"re right." he answered. "Come!"
Like ghosts they slid away, noiselessly, through the enshrouding gloom.
Even as they gained the shelter of the winding stairway, the scouts of the Horde, flaring their torches into each room they pa.s.sed, came into view around the corner at the distant end.
Shuffling, hideous beyond all words by the fire-gleam, bent, wizened, blue, the Things swarmed toward them in a vague and shifting ma.s.s, a ruck of horror.
The defenders, peering from behind the broken bal.u.s.trade, could hear the guttural jabber of their beast-talk, the clicking play of their fangs; could see the craning necks, the talons that held spears, bludgeons, blow-guns, even jagged rocks.
Over all, the smoky gleams wavered in a ghastly interplay of light and darkness. Uncanny shadows leaped along the walls. From every corner and recess and black, empty door, ghoulish shapes seemed creeping.
Tense, now, the moment hung.
Suddenly the engineer bent forward, staring.
"The chief!" he whispered. And as he spoke, Beatrice aimed.
There, shambling among the drove of things, they saw him clearly for a moment: Uglier, more incredibly brutal than ever he looked, now, by that uncanny light.
Stern saw--and rejoiced in the sight--that the obeah"s jaw hung surely broken, all awry. The quick-blinking, narrow-ridded eyes shuttled here, there, as the creature sought to spy out his enemies. The nostrils dilated, to catch the spoor of man. Man, no longer G.o.d, but mortal.
One hand held a crackling pine-knot. The other gripped the heft of a stone ax, one blow of which would dash to pulp the stoutest skull.
This much Stern noted, as in a flash; when at his side the girl"s revolver spat.
The report roared heavily in that constricted s.p.a.ce. For a moment the obeah stopped short. A look of brute pain, of wonder, then of quintupled rage pa.s.sed over his face. A twitching grin of pa.s.sion distorted the huge, wounded gash of the mouth. He screamed. Up came the stone ax.
"Again!" shouted Stern. "Give it to him again!"
She fired on the instant. But already, with a chattering howl, the obeah was running forward. And after him, screaming, snarling, foaming till their lips were all a slaver, the pack swept toward them.
Stern dragged the girl away, back to the landing.
"Up! _Up!_" he yelled.
Then, turning, he hurled the second bomb.
A blinding glare dazzled him. A shock, as of a suddenly unleashed volcano, all but flung him headlong.
Dazed, choked by the gush of fumes that burst in a billowing cloud out along the hall and up the stairs, he staggered forward. Tightly to his body he clutched the remaining vials. Where was Beatrice? He knew not.
Everything boomed and echoed in his stunned ears. Below there, he heard thunderous crashes as wrecked walls and floors went reeling down. And ever, all about him, eddied the strangling smoke.
Then, how long after he knew not, he found himself gasping for air beside a window.
"Beatrice!" he shouted with his first breath. Everything seemed strangely still. No sound of pursuit, no howling now. Dead calm. Not even the drum-beat in the forest, far below.
"_Beatrice!_ Where are you? _Beatrice!_"
His heart leaped gladly as he heard her answer.
"Oh! Are you safe? Thank G.o.d! I--I was afraid--I didn"t know--"
To him she ran along the dark pa.s.sageway.
"No more!" she panted. "No more Pulverite here in the building!"
pleaded she. "Or the whole tower will fall--and bury us! No more!"
Stern laughed. Beatrice was unharmed; he had found her.
"I"ll sow it broadcast outside," he answered, in a kind of exaltation, almost a madness from the strain and horror of that night, the weakness of his fever and his loss of blood. "Maybe the others, down there still, may need it. Here goes!"
And, one by one, all seven of the bombs he hurled far out and away, to right, to left, straight ahead, slinging them in vast parabolas from the height.
And as they struck one by one, night blazed like noonday; and even to the Palisades the crashing echoes roared.