"Circle now. Here." He thrust a lighted cigarette between the boy"s lips. "You"ll be a good Dooneman, Kane, Your reactions are good and fast."
"Thanks, sir."
Scott smoked silently for a while. He glanced toward the north, but, with the poor visibility, he could not make out the towering range of volcanic peaks that were the backbone of Southern h.e.l.l. Venus was a comparatively young planet; the internal fires still bursting forth unexpectedly. Which was why no forts were ever built on islands-they had an unhappy habit of disappearing without warning!
The flitterboat rode hard, at this speed, despite the insulating system of springs and shock absorbers. After a ride in one of these "spankers"-the irreverent name the soldiers had for them-a man needed arnica if not a chiropractor.
Scott shifted his weight on the soft air cushions under him, which felt like cement.
Under his breath he hummed: "It ain"t the "eavy "aulin" that " urts the "orses" "oofs, It"s the "ammer, "ammer, "ammer on the "ard "ighway!"
The flitterboat scooted on, surrounded by monotonous sea and cloud, till finally the rampart of the coast grew before the bow, bursting suddenly from the fog-veiled horizon. Scott glanced at his chronometer and sighed with relief. They had made good time, in spite of the slight delay caused by the subsea volcano.
The fortress of the Mob was a huge metal and stone castle on the tip of the peninsula. The narrow strip that separated it from the mainland had been cleared, and the pockmarks of sh.e.l.l craters showed where guns had driven back onslaughts from the jungle-the reptilian, ferocious giants of Venus, partially intelligent but absolutely untractable because of the gulf that existed between their methods of thinking and the culture of mankind. Overtures had been made often enough; but it had been found that the reptile-folk were better left alone. They would not parley. They were blindly b.e.s.t.i.a.l savages, with whom it was impossible to make truce. They stayed in the jungle, emerging only to hurl furious attacks at the forts-attacks doomed to failure, since fang and talon were matched against lead-jacketed bullet and high explosive.
As the flitterboat shot in to a jetty, Scott kept his eyes straight ahead-it was not considered good form for a Free Companion to seem too curious when visiting the fort of another Company. Several men were on the quay, apparently waiting for him. They saluted as Scott stepped out of the boat.
He gave his name and rank. A corporal stepped forward.
"Cine Mendez is expecting you, sir. Cine Rhys telau-dioed an hour or so back. If you"ll come this way-"
"All right Corporal. My pilot-"
"He"ll be taken care of, sir. A rubdown and a drink, perhaps, after a spanker ride."
Scott nodded and followed the other into the bastion that thrust out from the overhanging wall of the fort. The sea gate was open, and he walked swiftly through the courtyard in the corporal"s wake, pa.s.sing a door-curtain, mounting an escalator, and finding himself, presently, before another curtain that bore the face of Cine Mendez, plump, hoglike, and bald as a bullet.
Entering, he saw Mendez himself at the head of a long table, where nearly a dozen officers of the Mob were also seated. In person Mendez was somewhat more prepossessing than in effigy. He looked like a boar rather than a pig- a fighter, not a gourmand. His sharp black eyes seemed to drive into Scott with the impact of a physical blow.
He stood up, his officers following suit. "Sit down, Captain. There"s a place at the foot of the table. No reflections on rank, but I prefer to be face to face with the man I"m dealing with. But first-you just arrived? If you"d like a quick rubdown, we"ll be glad to wait."
Scott took his place. "Thank you, no, Cine Mendez. I"d prefer not to lose time."
"Then we"ll waste none on introductions. However, you can probably stand a drink." He spoke to the orderly at the door, and presently a filled gla.s.s stood at Scott"s elbow.
His quick gaze ran along the rows of faces. Good soldiers, he thought-tough, well trained, and experienced. They had been under fire. A small outfit, the Mob, but a powerful one.
Cine Mendez sipped his own drink. "To business. The Doonemen wish to hire our help in fighting the h.e.l.ldivers. Virginia Keep has bought the services of the h.e.l.ldivers to attack Montana Keep." He enumerated on stubby fingers. "You offer us fifty thousand cash and thirty-five percent of the korium ransom. So?"
"That"s correct."
"We ask fifty percent."
"It"s high. The Doones have superior manpower and equipment."
"To us, not to the h.e.l.ldivers. Besides, the percentage is contingent. If we should lose, we get only the cash payment."
Scott nodded. "That"s correct, but the only real danger from the h.e.l.ldivers is their submarine corps. The Doones have plenty of surface and air equipment. We might lick the h.e.l.ldivers without you."
"I don"t think so." Mendez shook his bald head. "They have some new underwater torpedoes that make hash out of heavy armor plate. But we we have new sub-detectors. We can blast the h.e.l.ldivers" subs for you before they get within torpedo range." have new sub-detectors. We can blast the h.e.l.ldivers" subs for you before they get within torpedo range."
Scott said bluntly, "You"ve been stalling, Cine Mendez. We"re not that bad off. If we can"t get you, we"ll find another outfit."
"With sub-detectors?"
"Yardley"s Company is good at undersea work."
A major near the head of the table spoke up. "That"s true, sir. They have suicide subs-not too dependable, but they have them."
Cine Mendez wiped his bald head with his palms in a slow circular motion. "Hm-m-m. Well, Captain, I don"t know. Yardley"s Company isn"t as good as ours for this job."
"All right" Scott said, "I"ve carte blanche. carte blanche. We don"t know how much korium Virginia Keep has in her vaults. How would this proposition strike you: the Mob gets fifty percent of the korium ransom up to a quarter of a million; thirty-five percent above that." We don"t know how much korium Virginia Keep has in her vaults. How would this proposition strike you: the Mob gets fifty percent of the korium ransom up to a quarter of a million; thirty-five percent above that."
"Forty-five."
"Forty, above a quarter of a million; forty-five below that sum."
"Gentlemen?" Cine Mendez asked, looking down the table. "Your vote?"
There were several ayes, and a scattering of nays. Mendez shrugged.
"Then I have the deciding vote. Very well. We get forty-five percent of the Virginia Keep ransom up to a quarter of a million; forty percent on any amount above that. Agreed. We"ll drink to it."
Orderlies served drinks. As Mendez rose, the others followed his example. The cine nodded to Scott.
"Will you propose a toast, Captain?"
"With pleasure. Nelson"s toast, then-a willing foe and sea room!"
They drank to that, as Free Companions had always drunk that toast on the eve of battle. As they seated themselves once more, Mendez said, "Major Matson, please telaudio Cine Rhys and arrange details. We must know his plans."
"Yes, sir."
Mendez glanced at Scott "Now how else may I serve you?"
"Nothing else. I"ll get back to our fort. Details can be worked out on the telaudio, on tight beam."
"If you"re going back in that flitterboat," Mendez said sardonically, "I strongly advise a rubdown. There"s time to spare, now we"ve come to an agreement."
Scott hesitated. "Very well. I"m... uh... starting to ache." He stood up. "Oh, one thing I forgot. We"ve heard rumors that Starling"s outfit is using atomic power."
Mendez"s mouth twisted into a grimace of distaste. "Hadn"t heard that. Know anything about it, gentlemen?"
Heads were shaken. One officer said, "I"ve heard a little talk about it, but only talk, so far."
Mendez said, "After this war, we"ll investigate further. If there"s truth in the story, we"ll join you, of course, in mopping up the Starlings. No court-martial is necessary for that that crime!" crime!"
"Thanks. I"ll get in touch with other Companies and see what they"ve heard. Now, if you"ll excuse me-"
He saluted and went out, exultation flaming within him. The bargain had been a good one-for the Doonemen bad$$$needed the Mob"s help against the h.e.l.ldivers. Cine Rhys would be satisfied with the arrangement.
An orderly took him to the baths, where a rubdown relaxed his aching muscles. Presently he was on the quay again, climbing into the flitterboat. A glance behind him showed that the gears of war were beginning to grind. There was little he could see, but men were moving about through the courtyard with purposeful strides, to the shops, to administration, to the laboratories. The battlewagons were anch.o.r.ed down the coast, Scott knew, in a protected bay, but they would soon move out to their rendezvous with the Doones.
Kane, at the controls of the flitterboat, said, "They repaired the auxiliary unit for us, sir."
"Courtesies of the trade." Scott lifted a friendly hand to the men on the quay as the boat slid toward open water. "The Doone fort, now. Know it?"
"Yes, sir. Are... are the Mob fighting with us, if I may ask?"
"They are. And they"re a grand lot of fighters. You"re going to see action, Kane. When you hear battle stations next, it"s going to mean one of the sweetest sc.r.a.ps that happened on Venus. Push down that throttle-we"re in a hurry!"
The flitterboat raced southwest at top speed, its course marked by the flying V of spray.
"One last fight," Scott thought to himself. "I"m glad it"s going to be a good one."
IV.
We eat and drink our own d.a.m.nation.
-The Book of Common Prayer The motor failed when they were about eight miles from the Doone fort.
It was a catastrophe rather than merely a failure. The overstrained and overheated engine, running at top speed, blew back. The previous accident, at the subsea volcano, had brought out hidden flaws in the alloy which the Mob"s repair men had failed to detect, when they replaced the smashed single unit. Sheer luck had the flitterboat poised on a swell when the crack-up happened. The engine blew out and down, ripping the bow to shreds. Had they been bow-deep, the blast would have been unfortunate for Scott and the pilot-more so than it was.
They were perhaps a half mile from the sh.o.r.e. Scott was deafened by the explosion and simultaneously saw the horizon swinging in a drunken swoop. The boat turned turtle, the sh.e.l.l smacking into water with a loud cracking sound. But the plastic held. Both men were tangled together on what had been their ceiling, sliding forward as the flitterboat began to sink bow first. Steam sizzled from the ruined engine.
Kane managed to touch one of the emergency b.u.t.tons. The sh.e.l.l was, of course, jammed, but a few of the segments slid aside, admitting a gush of acrid sea water. For a moment they struggled there, fighting the crosscurrents till the air had been displaced. Scott, peering through cloudy green gloom, saw Kane"s dark shadow twist and kick out through a gap. He followed.
Beneath him the black bulk of the boat dropped slowly and was gone. His head broke surface, and he gasped for breath, shaking droplets from his lashes and glancing around. Where was Kane?
The boy appeared, his helmet gone, sleek hair plastered to his forehead. Scott caught his eye and pulled the trigger on his life vest, the inflatable undergarment which was always worn under the blouse on sea duty. As chemicals mixed, light gas rushed into the vest, lifting Scott higher in the water. He felt the collar cushion inflate against the back of his head-the skull-fitting pillow that allowed shipwrecked men to float and rest without danger of drowning in their sleep. But he had no need for this now.
Kane, he saw, had triggered his own life vest. Scott hurled himself up, searching for signs of life. There weren"t any. The gray-green sea lay desolate to the misty horizon. A half mile away was a mottled chartreuse wall that marked the jungle. Above and beyond that dim sulphurous red lit the clouds.
Scott got out his leaf-bladed smatchet, gesturing for Kane to do the same. The boy did not seem worried. No doubt this was merely an exciting adventure for him, Scott thought wryly. Oh, well.
Gripping the smatchet between his teeth, the captain began to swim sh.o.r.eward. Kane kept at his side. Once Scott warned his companion to stillness and bent forward, burying his face in the water and peering down at a great dim shadow that coiled away and was gone-a sea snake, but, luckily, not hungry. The oceans of Venus were perilous with teeming, ferocious life. Precautions were fairly useless. When a man was once in the water, it was up to him to get out of it as rapidly as possible.
Scott touched a small cylinder attached to his belt and felt bubbles rushing against his palm. He was slightly relieved. When he had inflated the vest, this tube of compressed gas had automatically begun to release, sending out a foul-smelling vapor that permeated the water for some distance around. The principle was that of the skunk adjusted to the environment of the squid, and dangerous undersea life was supposed to be driven away by the Mellison tubes; but it didn"t work with carrion eaters like the snakes. Scott averted his nose. The gadgets were named Mellison tubes, but the men called them Stinkers, a far more appropriate term.
Tides on Venus are unpredictable. The clouded planet has no moon, but it is closer to the Sun than Earth. As a rule the tides are mild, except during volcanic activity, when tidal waves sweep the sh.o.r.es. Scott, keeping a weather eye out for danger, rode the waves in toward the beach, searching the strip of dull blackness for signs of life.
Nothing.
He scrambled out at last, shaking himself like a dog, and instantly changed the clip in his automatic for high explosive. The weapon, of course, was watertight-a necessity on Venus. As Kane sat down with a grunt and deflated his vest, Scott stood eying the wall of jungle thirty feet away. It stopped there abruptly, for nothing could grow on black-sand.
The rush and whisper of the waves made the only sound. Most of the trees were lia.n.a.like, eking out a precarious existence, as the saying went, by taking in each other"s washing. The moment one of them showed signs of solidity, it was immediately a.s.sailed by parasitic vines flinging themselves madly upward to reach the filtered sunlight of Venus. The leaves did not begin for thirty feet above the ground; they made a regular roof up there, lying like crazy shingles, and would have shut out all light had they not been of light translucent green. Whitish tendrils crawled like reaching serpents from tree to tree, tentacles of vegetable octopi. There were two types of Venusian fauna: the giants who could crash through the forest, and the supple, small ground-dwellers-insects and reptiles mostly-who depended on poison sacs for self-protection. Neither kind was pleasant company.
There were flying creatures, too, but these lived in the upper strata, among the leaves. And there were ambiguous horrors that lived in the deep mud and the stagnant pools under the forest, but no one knew much about these.
"Well," Scott said, "that"s that."
Kane nodded. "I guess I should have checked the motors."
"You wouldn"t have found anything. Latent flaws-it would have taken black night to bring "em out. Just one of those things. Keep your gas mask handy, now. If we get anywhere near poison flowers and the wind"s blowing this way, we"re apt to keel over like that." Scott opened a waterproof wallet and took out a strip of sensitized litmus, which he clipped to his wrist. "If this turns blue, that means gas, even if we don"t smell it."
"Yes, sir. What now?"
"We-el-the boat"s gone. We can"t telaudio for help." Scott fingered the blade of his smatchet and slipped it into the belt sheath. "We head for the fort. Eight miles. Two hours, if we can stick to the beach and if we don"t run into trouble. More than that if Signal Rock"s ahead of us, because we"ll have to detour inland in that case." He drew out a collapsible single-lenser telescope and looked southwest along the sh.o.r.e. "Uh-huh. We detour."
A breath of sickening sweetness gusted down from the jungle roof. From above, Scott knew, the forest looked surprisingly lovely. It always reminded him of an antique candlewick spread he had once bought Jeana-immense rainbow flowers scattered over a background of pale green. Even among the flora compet.i.tion was keen; the plants vied in producing colors and scents that would attract the winged carriers of pollen.
There would always be frontiers, Scott thought. But they might remain unconquered for a long time, here on Venus. The Keeps were enough for the undersea folk; they were self-sustaining. And the Free Companions had no need to carve out empires on the continents. They were fighters, not agrarians. Land hunger was no longer a part of the race. It might come again, but not in the time of the Keeps.
The jungles of Venus held secrets he would never know. Men can conquer lands from the air, but they cannot hold them by that method. It would take a long, slow period of encroachment, during which the forest and all it represented would be driven back, step by painful step-and that belonged to a day to come, a time Scott would not know. The savage world would be tamed. But not now-not yet.
At the moment it was untamed and very dangerous. Scott stripped off his tunic and wrung water from it. His clothing would not dry in this saturated air, despite the winds. His trousers clung to him stickily, clammy coldness in their folds.
"Ready, Kane?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then let"s go."
They went southwest, along the beach, at a steady, easy lope that devoured miles. Speed and alertness were necessary in equal proportion. From time to time Scott scanned the sea with his telescope, hoping to sight a vessel. He saw nothing. The ships would be in harbor, readying for the battle; and planes would be grounded for installation of the new telaudio device Cinc Rhys had mentioned.
Signal Rock loomed ahead, an outthrust crag with eroded, unscalable sides towering two hundred feet and more. The black strip of sand ended there. From the rock there was a straight drop into deep water, cut up by a turmoil of currents. It was impossible to take the sea detour; there was nothing else for it but to swerve inland, a dangerous but inevitable course. Scott postponed the plunge as long as possible, till the scarp of Signal Rock, jet black with leprous silvery patches on its surface, barred the way. With a quizzical look at Kane he turned sharply to his right and headed for the jungle.
"Half a mile of forest equals a hundred miles of beach hiking," he remarked.
"That bad, sir? I"ve never tackled it."
"n.o.body does, unless they have to. Keep your eyes open and your gun ready. Don"t wade through water, even when you can see bottom. There are some little devils that are pretty nearly transparent-vampire fish. If a few of those fasten on you, you"ll need a transfusion in less than a minute. I wish the volcanoes would kick up a racket. The beasties generally lie low when that happens."
Under a tree Scott stopped, seeking a straight, long limb. It took a while to find a suitable one, in that tangle of coiling lianas, but finally he succeeded, using his smatchet blade to hack himself a light five-foot pole. Kane at his heels, he moved on into the gathering gloom.
"We may be stalked," he told the boy. "Don"t forget to guard the rear."
The sand had given place to sticky whitish mud that plastered the men to their calves before a few moments had pa.s.sed. A patina of slickness seemed to overlay the ground. The gra.s.s was colored so much like the mud itself that it was practically invisible, except by its added slipperiness. Scott slowly advanced keeping close to the wall of rock on his left where the tangle was not so thick. Nevertheless he had to use the smatchet more than once to cut a pa.s.sage through vines.
He stopped, raising his hand, and the squelch of Kane"s feet in the mud paused. Silently Scott pointed. Ahead of them in the cliff base, was the mouth of a burrow.
The captain bent down, found a small stone, and threw it toward the den. He waited, one hand lightly on his gun, ready to see something flash out of that burrow and race toward them. In the utter silence a new sound made itself heard-tiny goblin drums, erratic and resonant in a faraway fashion. Water, dropping from leaf to leaf, in the soaked jungle ceiling above them. Tink, tink, tink-tink, tink, tink-tink- Tink, tink, tink-tink, tink, tink-tink- "O.K.," Scott said quietly. "Watch it, though." He went on, gun drawn, till they were level with the mouth of the burrow. "Turn, Kane. Keep your eye on it till I tell you to stop." He gripped the boy"s arm and guided him, holstering his own weapon. The pole, till now held between biceps and body, slipped into his hand. He used it to probe the slick surface of the mud ahead. Sinkhole and quicksands were frequent, and so were traps, camouflaged pits built by mud-wolves-which, of course, were not wolves, and belonged to no known genus. On Venus, the fauna had more subdivisions than on old Earth, and lines of demarcation were more subtle.
"All right now."
Kane, sighing with relief, turned his face forward again. "What was it?"
"You never know what may come out of those holes," Scott told him. "They come fast, and they"re usually poisonous. So you can"t take chances with the critters. Slow down here. I don"t like the looks of that patch ahead."