He woke with a start. For a second he merely lay still on the soft, yielding bottom of the raft without any clear idea as to what had brought him into consciousness. Then a very severe b.u.mp from underneath the raft almost literally threw him up into a sitting position.
The planet"s small, close moon was pouring its brilliant light across the dark waters, from a cloudless sky. The night was close to being over, for the moon was low and its rays struck nearly level on the wave tops. The sea had calmed, but in its closer depths were great moving streaks arid flashes of phosph.o.r.escence. For a moment these gleams only baffled and confused his eyes; and then Chuck saw that they were being made by the same huge scavengers that had bothered the raft earlier only now there were more than a dozen of them, filling the water about and underneath the raft.
The raft rocked again as one of them struck it once more from below.
Chuck grabbed at the nearest ring-handhold and glanced at his fellow pa.s.sengers. Binichi lay as if asleep, but in the dark shadow of his eye-sockets little reflected glints of light showed where his eyeb.a.l.l.s gleamed in the darkness. Beyond him, the envoy was fully awake and up on all four feet, his claw extended high above him, and swaying with every shock like the balancing pole of a tightrope walker. His front pair of handed limbs were also extended on either side as if for balance. Chuck opened his mouth to call to the Tomah to take hold on one of the handgrips.
At that moment, however, there rose from out of the sea at his elbow a pair of the enormous ridged jaws. Like the mouth of a trout, closing over a fly, these clamped down, suddenly and without warning, on the small, bright metal box of the thrust unit where it was fastened to the rear end of the raft. And the raft itself was suddenly jerked and swung as the sea-creature tore the thrust unit screeching from its moorings into the sea. The raft was upended by the force of the wrench; and Chuck, holding on for dear life from sliding into the sea, saw the creature that had pulled the unit loose release it disappointedly, as if sensing its inedibility. It glittered down through the dark waters, falling from sight.
The raft slammed back down on the watery surface. And immediately on the heels of this came the sound of a large splash. Jerking his head around, Chuck saw the envoy struggling in the ocean.
His black body glittered among the waves, his thrashing limbs kicking up little dashes and glitters of phosph.o.r.escence. Chuck hurled himself to the far end of the raft and stretched out his hand, but the Tomah was already beyond his reach. Chuck turned, and dived back to the box at midraft, pawing through it for the line he had used to tie them in the boat earlier. It came up tangled in his hands. He lunged to the end of the raft nearest the envoy again, trying to unravel the line as he did so.
It came slowly and stubbornly out of its snarl. But when he got it clear at last and threw it, its unweighted end fell little more than halfway of the widening distance between the raft and the Tomah.
Chuck hauled it in, in a frenzy of despair. The raft, sitting high in the water, was being pushed by the night wind farther from the envoy with every second. The envoy himself had in all this time made no sound, only continuing to thrash his limbs in furious effort. His light body seemed in no danger of sinking; but his narrow limbs in uncoordinated effort barely moved him through the water and now the scavengers were once more beginning to enter the picture.
These, like any fish suddenly disturbed, had scattered at the first splash of the Tomah"s body. For a short moment it had seemed that they had been frightened away entirely. But now they were beginning to circle in, moving around the envoy, dodging close, then flirting away again but always ending up a little closer than before. Chuck twisted about to face Binichi.
"Can"t you do something?" he cried.
Binichi regarded him with his race"s usual unreadable expression.
"I?" he said.
"You could swim to him and let him hang on to you and tow him back," said Chuck. "Hurry!"
Binichi continued to look at him.
"You don"t want the Tomah eaten?" he said at last.
"Of course not!"
"Then why don"t you bring him back yourself to this thing?"
"I can"t. I can"t swim that well!" said Chuck. "You can."
"You can"t?" echoed Binichi slowly. "I can?"
"You know that."
"Still," said the Lugh. "I would have thought you had some way it"s nothing to me if the Tomah is eaten."
"You promised."
"Not to harm him," said Binichi. "I have not. The Tomah have killed many children to get at the sea.
Now this one has the sea. Let him drink it. The Tomah have been hungry for fish. This one has fish. Let him eat the fish."
Chuck brought his face close to the grinning dolphin head.
"You promised to sit down with us and talk to that Tomah," he said. "If you let him die, you"re dodging that promise."
Binichi stared back at him for a short moment. Then he bubbled abruptly and went over the side of the raft in a soaring leap. He entered the water with his short limbs tucked in close to his body and his wide tail fanning out. Chuck had heard about, but never before seen, the swiftness of the Lugh, swimming.
Now he saw it. Binichi seemed to give a single wriggle and then torpedo like a streak of phosph.o.r.escent lightning just under the surface of the water toward the struggling envoy.
One of the scavengers was just coming up under the Tomah. The streak of watery fire that was Binichi converged upon him and his heavy shape shot struggling from the surface, the sound of a dull impact heavy in the night. Then the phosph.o.r.escence of Binichi"s path was among the others, striking right and left as a swordfish strikes on his run among a school of smaller feed fish. The scavengers scattered into darkness, all but the one Binichi had first hit, which was flopping upon the surface of the moonlit sea as if partially paralyzed.
Binichi broke surface himself, plowing back toward the Tomah. His head b.u.t.ted the envoy and a second later the envoy was skidding and skittering like a toy across the water"s surface to the raft. A final thrust at the raft"s edge sent him up and over it. He tumbled on his back on the raft"s floor, glittering with wetness; and, righting himself with one swift thrust of his claw, he whirled, claw high, to face Binichi as the Lugh came sailing aboard.
Binichi sprang instantly erect on the curved spring of his tail; and Chuck, with no time for thought, thrust himself between the two of them.
For a second Chuck"s heart froze. He found himself with his right cheek bare inches from the heavy double meat-choppers of the Tomah claw, while, almost touching him on the left, the gaping jaws of the Lugh glinted with thick, short scimitar-like teeth, and the fishy breath of the sea-dweller filled his nostrils.
In this momentary, murderous tableau they all hung motionless for a long, breathless second. And then the Tomah claw sank backward to the shiny back below it and the Lugh slid backward and down upon his tail. Slowly, the two members of opposing races retreated each to his own end of the raft.
Chuck, himself, sat down. And the burst of relieved breath that expelled itself from his tautened lungs echoed in the black and moonlit world of the seascape night.
III.
Some two hours after sunrise, a line of land began to make its appearance upon their further horizon. It mounted slowly, as the onsh.o.r.e wind, and perhaps some current as well, drove them ahead. It was a barren, semiarid and tropical coastline, with a rise of what appeared to be hills light green with a spa.r.s.e vegetation beyond it.
As they drifted closer, the sh.o.r.eline showed itself in a thin pencil-mark of foam. No outer line of reefs was apparent, but the beaches themselves seemed to be rocky or nonexistent. Chuck turned to the Lugh.
"We need a calm, shallow spot to land in," he said. "Otherwise the raft"s liable to upset in the surf, going in."
Binichi looked at him, but did not answer.
"I"m sorry," said Chuck. "I guess I didn"t explain myself properly. What I mean is, I"m asking for your help again. If the raft upsets or has a hole torn in it when we"re landing, the envoy and I will probably drown. Could you find us a fairly smooth beach somewhere and help us get to it?"
Binichi straightened up a little where he half-sat, half-lay propped against the end of the raft where the thrust unit had been attached.
"I had been told," he said, "that you had oceans upon your own world."
"That"s right," said Chuck. "But we had to develop the proper equipment to move about on them. If I had the proper equipment here I wouldn"t have to ask you for help. If it hadn"t been for our crashing in the ocean none of this would be necessary."
"This "equipment" of yours seems to have an uncertain nature," said Binichi. He came all the way erect.
"I"ll help you." He flipped overboard and disappeared.
Left alone in the raft with the envoy, Chuck looked over at him.
"The business of landing will probably turn out to be difficult and dangerous at least we better a.s.sume the worst," he said. "You understand you may have to swim for your life when we go in?"
"I have given my word to accomplish this mission," replied the envoy.
A little while after that, it became evident from the angle at which the raft took the waves that they had changed course. Chuck, looking about for an explanation of this, discovered Binichi at the back of the raft, pushing them.
Within the hour, the Lugh had steered them to a small, rocky inlet. Picked up in the landward surge of the surf, the raft went, as Chuck had predicted, end over end in a smother of water up on the pebbly beach. Staggering to his feet with the solid land at last under him, Chuck smeared water from his eyes and took inventory of a gashed and bleeding knee. Binding the cut as best he could with a strip torn from his now-ragged pants, he looked about for his fellow travelers.
The raft was flung upside down between himself and them. Just beyond it, the envoy lay with his claw arm flung limply out on the sand. Binichi, a little further on, was sitting up like a seal. As Chuck watched, the envoy stirred, pulled his claw back into normal position, and got shakily up on all four legs.
Chuck went over to the raft and, with some effort, managed to turn it back, right side up. He dug into the storage boxes and got out food and water. He was not sure whether it was the polite, or even the sensible thing to do, but he was shaky from hunger, parched from the salt water, dizzy from the pounding in the surf and his knee hurt. He sat down and made his first ravenous meal since the pot had crashed in the sea, almost two days before.
As he was at it, the Tomah envoy approached. Chuck offered him some of the water, which the Tomah accepted.
"Sorry I haven"t anything you could eat," said Chuck, a full belly having improved his manners.
"It doesn"t matter," said the envoy. "There will be flora growing farther inland that will stay my hunger.
It"s good to be back on the land."
"I"ll go along with you on that statement," said Chuck. Looking up from the food and water, he saw the Lugh approaching. Binichi came up, walking on his four short limbs, his tail folded into a club over his back for balance, and sat down with them.
"And now?" he said, addressing Chuck.
"Well," said Chuck, stretching his cramped back, "we"ll head inland toward the Base." He reached into his right-hand pants pocket and produced a small compa.s.s. "That direction" he pointed toward the hills without looking "and some five hundred miles. Only we shouldn"t have to cover it all on foot. If we can get within four hundred miles of Base, we"ll be within the airfoils" cruising range; and one of them should locate us and pick us up."
"Your people will find us, but they can"t find us here?" said Binichi.
"That"s right." Chuck looked at the Lugh"s short limbs. "Are you up to making about a hundred-mile trip overland?"
"As you"ve reminded me before," said Binichi, "I made a promise. It will help, though, if I can find water to go into from time to time."
Chuck turned to the envoy.
"Can we find bodies of water as we go?"
"I don"t know this country," said the Tomah, speaking to Chuck. "But there should be water; and I"ll watch for it."
"We two could go ahead," said Chuck, turning back to the Lugh. "And maybe we could work some way of getting a vehicle back here to carry you."
"I"ve never needed to be carried," said Binichi, and turned away abruptly. "Shall we go?"
They went.
Striking back from the stoniness of the beach, they pa.s.sed through a belt of shallow land covered with shrub and coa.r.s.e gra.s.s. Chuck, watching the envoy, half-expected him to turn and feed on some of this as they pa.s.sed, but the Tomah went straight ahead. Beyond the vegetated belt, they came on dunes of coa.r.s.e sand, where the Lugh although he did not complain, any more than the envoy had when he fell overboard from the raft had rough going with his short limbs. This stretched for a good five miles; but when they had come at last to firmer ground, the first swellings of the foothills seemed not so far ahead of them.
They were now in an area of small trees with numbers of roots sprouting from the trunk above ground level, and of sticklike plants resembling cacti. The envoy led them, his four narrow limbs propelling him with a curious smoothness over the uncertain ground as if he might at any moment break into a run.
However, he regulated his pace to that of the Lugh, who was the slowest in the party, though he showed no signs as yet of discomfort or of tiring.
This even s.p.a.ce was broken with dramatic suddenness as they crossed a sort of narrow earth-bridge or ridge between two of the gullies. Without any warning, the envoy wheeled suddenly and sprinted down the almost perpendicular slope on his left, zigzagging up the gully bed as if chasing something and into a large hole in the dry, crumbling earth of the further bank. A sudden thin screaming came from the hole and the envoy tumbled out into the open with a small furry creature roughly in the shape of a weasel and about the size of a large rabbit. The screaming continued for a few seconds. Chuck turned his head away, shaken.
He was aware of Binichi staring at him.
"What"s wrong?" asked the Lugh. "You showed no emotion when I hurt the " His translator failed on a word.
"What?" said Chuck. "I didn"t understand. When you hurt what?"
"One of those who would have eaten the Tomah."
"I . . ." Chuck hesitated. He could not say that it was because this small land creature had had a voice to express its pain while the sea-dweller had not. "It"s our custom to kill our meat before eating it."
Binichi bubbled.
"This will be too new to the Tomah for ritual," he said.
Reinforcement for this remark came a moment or two later when the envoy came back up the near wall of the gully to rejoin them.
"This is a paradise of plenty, this land," he said. "Only once in my life before was I ever lucky enough to taste meat." He lifted his head to them. "Shall we go on?"
"We should try to get to some water soon," said Chuck, glancing at Binichi.
"I have been searching for it," said the envoy. "Now I smell it not far off. We should reach it before dark." They went on; and gradually the gullies thinned out and they found themselves on darker earth, among more and larger trees. Just as the sunset was reddening the sky above the upthrust outline of the near hills, they entered a small glen where a stream trickled down from a higher slope and spread out into a small pool. Binichi trotted past them without a word, and plunged in.
Chuck woke when the morning sun was just beginning to touch the glen. For a moment he lay still under the ma.s.s of small-leaved branches with which he had covered himself the night before, a little bewildered to find himself no longer on the raft. Then memory returned and with it sensation, spreading through the stiff limbs of his body.
For the first time, he realized that his strength was ebbing. He had had first the envoy and then Binichi to worry about, and so he had been able to keep his mind off his own state.
His stomach was hollow with hunger that the last night"s meager rations he had packed from the raft had done little to a.s.suage. His muscles were cramped from the unusual exercise and he had the sick, dizzy feeling that comes from general overexposure. Also, right now, his throat was dry and aching for water.
He pulled himself up out of the leaves, stumbled to the edge of the pond and fell to hands and knees on its squashy margin. He drank; and as he raised his head and ran a wrist across his lips after quenching his thirst, the head of Binichi parted the surface almost where his lips had been.
"Time to go?" said the Lugh. He turned to one side and heaved himself up out onto the edge of the bank.
"We"ll leave in just a little while," Chuck said. "I"m not fully awake yet." He sat back stiffly and exhaustedly on the ground and stretched his arms out to bring some life back into them. He levered himself to his feet and walked up and down, swinging his arms. After a little while his protesting muscles began to warm a little and loosen. He got one of the high-calorie candy bars from his food pack and chewed on it.