Everybody laughed at that except Murell. I had to explain to him that Hermann Reuch"s Land was the antarctic continent of Fenris, and hasn"t any other coast.
"I"d say we"re a good deal west of Sancerre Bay," Cesario Vieira hazarded. "We can"t be east of it, the way we got blown west. I think we must be at least five hundred miles east of it."
"Don"t fool yourself, Cesario," Joe Kivelson told him. "We could have gotten into a turbulent updraft and been carried to the upper, eastward winds. The altimeter was trying to keep up with the boat and just couldn"t, half the time. We don"t know where we went. I"ll take Abe"s estimate and let it go at that."
"Well, we"re up some kind of a fjord," Tom said. "I think it branches like a Y, and we"re up the left branch, but I won"t make a point of that."
"I can"t find anything like that on this map," Abe Clifford said, after a while.
Joe Kivelson swore. "You ought to know better than that, Abe; you know how thoroughly this coast hasn"t been mapped."
"How much good will it do us to know where we are, right now?" I asked. "If the radio"s smashed, we can"t give anybody our position."
"We might be able to fix up the engines and get the boat in the air again, after the wind drops." Monnahan said. "I"ll take a look at them and see how badly they"ve been banged up."
"With the whole stern open?" Hans Cronje asked. "We"d freeze stiffer than a gun barrel before we went a hundred miles."
"Then we can pack the stern full of wet snow and let it freeze, instead of us," I suggested. "There"ll be plenty of snow before the wind goes down."
Joe Kivelson looked at me for a moment. "That would work," he said.
"How soon can you get started on the engines, Abdullah?"
"Right away. I"ll need somebody to help me, though. I can"t do much the way you have me bandaged up."
"I think we"d better send a couple of parties out," Ramon Llewellyn said. "We"ll have to find a better place to stay than this boat. We don"t all have parkas or lined boots, and we have a couple of injured men. This heater won"t be enough; in about seventy hours we"d all freeze to death sitting around it."
Somebody mentioned the possibility of finding a cave.
"I doubt it," Llewellyn said. "I was on an exploring expedition down here, once. This is all igneous rock, mostly granite. There aren"t many caves. But there may be some sort of natural shelter, or something we can make into a shelter, not too far away. We have two half-ton lifters; we could use them to pile up rocks and build something. Let"s make up two parties. I"ll take one; Abe, you take the other. One of us can go up and the other can go down."
We picked parties, trying to get men who had enough clothing and hadn"t been too badly banged around in the landing. Tom wanted to go along, but Abdullah insisted that he stay and help with the inspection of the boat"s engines. Finally six of us--Llewellyn, myself, Glenn Murell, Abe Clifford, old Piet Dumont, and another man--went out through the broken stern of the boat. We had two portable floodlights--a scout boat carries a lot of equipment--and Llewellyn took the one and Clifford the other. It had begun to snow already, and the wind was coming straight up the narrow ravine into which we had landed, driving it at us. There was a stream between the two walls of rock, swollen by the rains that had come just before the darkness, and the rocks in and beside it were coated with ice. We took one look at it and shook our heads. Any exploring we did would be done without trying to cross that. We stood for a few minutes trying to see through the driving snow, and then we separated, Abe Clifford, Dumont and the other man going up the stream and Ramon Llewellyn, Glenn Murell and I going down.
A few hundred yards below the boat, the stream went over a fifty-foot waterfall. We climbed down beside it, and found the ravine widening.
It was a level beach, now, or what had been a beach thousands of years ago. The whole coast of Hermann Reuch"s land is sinking in the Eastern Hemisphere and rising in the Western. We turned away from the stream and found that the wind was increasing in strength and coming at us from the left instead of in front. The next thing we knew, we were at the point of the mountain on our right and we could hear the sea roaring ahead and on both sides of us. Tom had been right about that V-shaped fjord, I thought.
We began running into scattered trees now, and when we got around the point of the mountain we entered another valley.
Trees, like everything else on Fenris, are considerably different from anything a.n.a.logous on normal planets. They aren"t tall, the biggest not more than fifteen feet high, but they are from six to eight feet thick, with all the branches at the top, sprouting out in all directions and reminding me of pictures of Medusa. The outside bark is a hard sh.e.l.l, which grows during the beginning of our four hot seasons a year. Under that will be more bark, soft and spongy, and this gets more and more dense toward the middle; and then comes the hardwood core, which may be as much as two feet thick.
"One thing, we have firewood," Murell said, looking at them.
"What"ll we cut it with; our knives?" I wanted to know.
"Oh, we have a sonocutter on the boat," Ramon Llewellyn said. "We can chop these things into thousand-pound chunks and float them to camp with the lifters. We could soak the spongy stuff on the outside with water and let it freeze, and build a hut out of it, too." He looked around, as far as the light penetrated the driving snow. "This wouldn"t be a bad place to camp."
Not if we"re going to try to work on the boat, I thought. And packing Dominic, with his broken leg, down over that waterfall was something I didn"t want to try, either. I didn"t say anything. Wait till we got back to the boat. It was too cold and windy here to argue, and besides, we didn"t know what Abe and his party might have found upstream.
12
CASTAWAYS WORKING
We had been away from the boat for about two hours; when we got back, I saw that Abdullah and his helpers had gotten the deck plates off the engine well and used them to build a more substantial barricade at the ruptured stern. The heater was going and the boat was warm inside, not just relatively to the outside, but actually comfortable. It was even more crowded, however, because there was a ton of collapsium shielding, in four sections, and the generator and power unit, piled in the middle. Abdullah and Tom and Hans Cronje were looking at the converters, which to my not very knowing eye seemed to be in a hopeless mess.
There was some more work going on up at the front. Cesario Vieira had found a small portable radio that wasn"t in too bad condition, and had it apart. I thought he was doing about the most effective work of anybody, and waded over the pile of engine parts to see what he was doing. It wasn"t much of a radio. A hundred miles was the absolute limit of its range, at least for sending.
"Is this all we have?" I asked, looking at it. It was the same type as the one I carried on the job, camouflaged in a camera case, except that it wouldn"t record.
"There"s the regular boat radio, but it"s smashed up pretty badly. I was thinking we could do something about cannibalizing one radio out of parts from both of them."
We use a lot of radio equipment on the _Times_, and I do a good bit of work on it. I started taking the big set apart and then remembered the receiver for the locator and got at that, too. The trouble was that most of the stuff in all the sets had been miniaturized to a point where watchmaker"s tools would have been pretty large for working on them, and all we had was a general-repair kit that was just about fine enough for gunsmithing.
While we were fooling around with the radios, Ramon Llewellyn was telling the others what we found up the other branch of the fjord. Joe Kivelson shook his head over it.
"That"s too far from the boat. We can"t trudge back and forth to work on the engines. We could cut firewood down there and float it up with the lifters, and I think that"s a good idea about using slabs of the soft wood to build a hut. But let"s build the hut right here."
"Well, suppose I take a party down now and start cutting?" the mate asked.
"Not yet. Wait till Abe gets back and we see what he found upstream.
There may be something better up there."
Tom, who had been poking around in the converters, said:
"I think we can forget about the engines. This is a machine-shop job.
We need parts, and we haven"t anything to make them out of or with."
That was about what I"d thought. Tom knew more about lift-and-drive engines than I"d ever learn, and I was willing to take his opinion as confirmation of my own.
"Tom, take a look at this mess," I said. "See if you can help us with it."
He came over, looked at what we were working on, and said, "You need a magnifier for this. Wait till I see something." Then he went over to one of the lockers, rummaged in it, and found a pair of binoculars. He came over to us again, sat down, and began to take them apart. As soon as he had the two big objective lenses out, we had two fairly good magnifying gla.s.ses.
That was a big help, but being able to see what had to be done was one thing, and having tools to do it was another. So he found a sewing kit and a piece of emery stone, and started making little screwdrivers out of needles.
After a while, Abe Clifford and Piet Dumont and the other man returned and made a beeline for the heater and the coffeepot. After Abe was warmed a little, he said:
"There"s a little waterfall about half a mile up. It isn"t too hard to get up over it, and above, the ground levels off into a big bowl-shaped depression that looks as if it had been a lake bottom, once. The wind isn"t so bad up there, and this whole lake bottom or whatever it is is grown up with trees. It would be a good place to make a camp, if it wasn"t so far from the boat."
"How hard would it be to cut wood up there and bring it down?" Joe asked, going on to explain what he had in mind.
"Why, easy. I don"t think it would be nearly as hard as the place Ramon found."
"Neither do I," the mate agreed. "Climbing up that waterfall down the stream with a half tree trunk would be a lot harder than dropping one over beside the one above." He began zipping up his parka. "Let"s get the cutter and the lifters and go up now."
"Wait till I warm up a little, and I"ll go with you," Abe said.