Strom, or Burroughs, made no attempt to conceal his disappointment.
The recital of his wrongs had brought out the bitter lines of his face, and the weariness of one who plays his game alone and can call no one friend.
"I should have known better," he said quietly. "There was none more loyal to the I.F.P. than I--when I still belonged to it. Yet, I thought if I laid all my cards before you--You realize what this means?"
"Yes," Quirl replied soberly. "It means you will never dare to let me be ransomed nor to free me among your selected people. It means--death!"
"Not death! I will parole you."
Quirl felt an overmastering surge of sympathy. He saw this pirate as later historians have come to see him--a man of lofty and n.o.ble purpose who was made the victim of shrewder, meaner minds in the most despicable interplanetary imbroglio ever to disgrace a solar system.
The thought of his own fate, should he refuse the offer, did not depress Quirl as much as the necessity of heaping more disappointment on this deeply wronged "man without a planet."
"Captain," he said slowly, with deep regret. "You remember the I.F.P.
oath?" And at the other"s flush he hurried on. "Knowing that oath you know what my answer must be. Put me in irons or kill me!"
"I know," Strom added wistfully. "Would you--if I could just once more shake the clean hand of a brave man and a gentleman--"
Quirl"s hand shot out and gripped the long, powerful fingers of the pirate captain.
Quirl was willing to compromise to the extent of not revealing anything to the other pa.s.sengers, for the privilege of being kept in the prison hold rather than in solitary confinement. Here he would be under the vigilant eye of a guard, with possibly less chance of effecting an escape in some way, but he felt a great desire to be near the girl Lenore, and to know that she was safe and in good spirits.
They fastened him by means of a light chain and hoop that locked around his waist to a staple set in the floor near one wall. The other prisoners regarded him as a hero, for since the day of the epic fight the mate had kept away, and they had been treated with tolerable decency. Quirl was able to cheer them up with predictions that the most of them would be eligible to ransom. But as he looked at the pale beauty of Lenore he felt grave misgivings, for he knew that a man of Strom"s discernment would want her for his projected Utopia without question.
She did not speak to him while the hero-worshipping crowd were fluttering about him to their heart"s content. When they finally left him alone she came up to him silently, and sat on the floor beside him.
"I want to thank you," she said quietly, clearly, "for what you did for me and my brother, Mr.--"
"Finner. Quirl Finner. I have thought of you as Lenore, and wondered how you were. How long has it been since they took me out? You see--"
he grinned, "I was asleep."
"Five days. At least, they turned off the lights five times for the sleeping periods."
"The man who fought for you--how is he?"
"My brother--is dead!"
Quirl looked away so that he should not see the quick tears springing to her eyes. But a few moments later he felt her cool hand on his scarred forehead, and she was smiling bravely.
"Tragedies such as these, Quirl, were common in the lives of our ancestors. They were able to bear them, and we can bear them. All his life my poor brother has lived as a gentleman, sheltered, protected by cla.s.s barriers. When he died of pneumonia caused by the jagged end of a broken rib--so Dr. Stoddard says--I think he had a lively sense of satisfaction that he should end in such a way. If it had not been for me--"
She came to him often, after that, to sit quietly by his side, and to bring his food to him from the big community bowl which even the most fastidious of the prisoners had come to look forward to. She told of her life as the daughter of a capitalist who owned large mine holdings on t.i.tan. It would be about time for the _Celestia_ to reach t.i.tan, and her non-arrival would be causing anxiety to Lenore"s father awaiting her there. The void would be swarming with I.F.P. patrols, but as the pirate ship was invisible nothing would be found but the mysteriously looted and abandoned _Celestia_.
There was no longer any reason for concealing from her the fact that he himself was a member of the I.F.P., and Quirl told Lenore of the adventurous life he and his companions had led. Of forays to far-away and as yet undisciplined Pluto, of tropical Venus and Mercury, where the rains never cease, of the hostile and almost unknown planet of Aryl, within the orbit of Mercury, where no man has ever seen a true image of the landscape because of the stupendous and never-ending mirages.
As time pa.s.sed they were drawn together by the bonds of propinquity and mutual interest--this obscure police officer and the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the solar system. But Quirl did not name his love, for always there was the grim present of their captivity, the ghastly uncertainty of the future.
The little "galley boy" Sorko seemed daily more frail. Apparently the fall he had sustained had done him some internal injury. Often the guard, with many a ribald comment, had to help him get his emptied bowl back up the ladder.
One day he seemed overcome by great weakness. Staggering, he held his hand to his sweat-dewed forehead. Erratically he waltzed across the floor, to crumple in a heap where Quirl and the girl were sitting.
Moved by compa.s.sion, Lenore composed his body in a more comfortable position, and with a bit of handkerchief moistened the pirate"s wrinkled, old-young face with some of Quirl"s drinking water. The guard looked on indifferently.
"Guard!" Quirl shouted. "He"s going to die. Come and take him to the lazaret."
"Sez you!" returned the guard callously. "Me, I stay on post till relieved. Sorko"ll be all right. He"s been throwin" them fits right regular."
Sorko"s lips moved feebly, and Lenore bent down to catch his words.
They were barely audible:
"I"m all right, lady. You done me a good turn when you made Gore put me down, and I"m doin" you one now. I wouldn"t do this for no one else." He gasped.
"Water!" Lenore exclaimed sharply, and Quirl handed her the rest of his cup.
"Ain"t water he wants," the amused guard observed. "The blighter"s playin" for a good chew of merc.l.i.te!"[1]
[Footnote 1: Merc.l.i.te, a highly stimulating gum. It was prohibited by interplanetary proclamation, but was always obtainable through the surrept.i.tious channels of a highly profitable traffic.]
"I ain"t as bad as I"m makin" out," Sorko whispered. "Got to do it to tell you this, "cause you was square with me. Gore is fixin" to have a mut"ny. Kill captain, kill all these dubs here--this guy of yourn, too. He wants to take you for his--" the weazened little face twisted in unwonted shy delicacy--"take you for him, pretty lady. I don"t want him to. I"m not--a--bad feller--"
"What the h.e.l.l, Sorko!" the puzzled guard exclaimed over the delay.
"You bandy-legged rat, get up there, or I"ll give you a jolt."
Lenore looked up, indignant.
"You heartless wretch! Would you let this man--"
"Comin"!" Sorko scrambling to his feet, shuffling to the table, where he retrieved his bowl. Quirl and Lenore watched his painful progress up the ladder, until at last he disappeared into the pa.s.sage.
"Quirl," she murmured, as her hand sought his, "take this."
He felt a small bit of metal, and looking at it cautiously, saw that he had a rough key, filed out of a piece of flat metal.
"The key to that hoop around your waist. He copied it from the one the captain has, I suppose."
His hopes high all at once, Quirl sought the compact little lock in the small of his back. It took a long time to get the key in, and then it would not turn. It had been unskillfully made, and was probably not a true reproduction. Nevertheless, by constant effort, he succeeded at last in turning it, and was rewarded by hearing a faint click. He tested the hoop, felt it slip, and knew that at any time he chose he could free himself.
"Lenore, dear," he told her. "Go with the other women now. We must do nothing to make the guard suspicious. We don"t know when this mutiny is to come off, but we are close to Saturn now; it can"t be long. Go now."
"Good-by, dear. Be careful!"
It seemed an eternity until the emanation disk became dim and went out and the prisoners made sleepy sounds. A relief guard took station, and the ship became silent, so that one could hear the rumbling of the propelling rockets. As there were no ports in this hold, there was no light whatever except the faint glow that came from the central pa.s.sage above the platform. Against this the pirate was outlined as he sat on his stool. As Quirl"s eyes became accustomed to the darkness he could see the play of faint highlights on his muscular torso, and so he waited.