And as though attracted by the magnetism of the mention, even though unheard, of his name, Mullen joined them. His can of ration was barely touched. It was still steaming gently as he squatted opposite them.
His voice had its usual quality of furtively rustling underbrush. "How long, Mr. Stuart, do you think the trip will take?"
"Can"t say, Mullen. They"ll undoubtedly be avoiding the usual trade routes and they"ll be making more Jumps through hyper-s.p.a.ce than usual to throw off possible pursuit. I wouldn"t be surprised if it took as long as a week. Why do you ask? I presume you have a very practical and logical reason?"
"Why, yes. Certainly." He seemed quite sh.e.l.lbacked to sarcasm. He said, "It occurred to me that it might be wise to ration the rations, so to speak."
"We"ve got enough food and water for a month. I checked on that first thing."
"I see. In that case, I will finish the can." He did, using the all-purpose utensil daintily and patting a handkerchief against his unstained lips from time to time.
Polyorketes struggled to his feet some two hours later. He swayed a bit, looking like the Spirit of Hangover. He did not try to come closer to Stuart, but spoke from where he stood.
He said, "You stinking greenie spy, you watch yourself."
"You heard what I said before, Polyorketes."
"I heard. But I also heard what you said about Aristides. I won"t bother with you, because you"re a bag of nothing but noisy air. But wait, someday you"ll blow your air in one face too many and it will be let out of you."
"I"ll wait," said Stuart.
Windham hobbled over, leaning heavily on his cane. "Now, now," he called with a wheezing joviality that overkid his sweating anxiety so thinly as to emphasize it. "We"re all Earthmen, dash it. Got to remember that; keep it as a glowing light of inspiration. Never let down before the blasted Kloros. We"ve got to forget private feuds and remember only that we are Earthmen united against alien blighters."
Stuart"s comment was unprintable.
Porter was right behind Windham. He had been in a close conference with the shaven-headed colonel for an hour, and now he said with indignation, "It doesn"t help to be a wiseguy, Stuart. You listen to the colonel. We"ve been doing some hard thinking about the situation."
He had washed some of the grease off his face, wet his hair and slicked it back. It did not remove the little tic on his right cheek just at the point where his lips ended, or make his hangnail hands more attractive in appearance.
"All right, Colonel," said Stuart. "What"s on your mind?"
Windham said, "I"d prefer to have all the men together."
"Okay, call them."
Leblanc hurried over; Mullen approached with greater deliberation.
Stuart said, "You want that fellow?" He jerked his head at Polyorketes.
"Why, yes. Mr. Polyorketes, may we have you, old fella?"
"Ah, leave me alone."
"Go ahead," said Stuart, "leave him alone. I don"t want him."
"No, no," said Windham. "This is a matter for all Earthmen. Mr. Polyorketes, we must have you."
Polyorketes rolled off one side of his cot. "I"m close enough, I can hear you."
Windham said to Stuart, "Would they-the Kloros, I mean-have this room wired?"
"No," said Stuart. "Why should they?"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I"m sure. They didn"t know what happened when Polyorketes jumped me. They just heard the thumping when it started rattling the ship."
"Maybe they were trying to give us the impression the room wasn"t wired."
"Listen, Colonel, I"ve never known a Kloro to tell a deliberate lie-"
Polyorketes interrupted calmly, "That lump of noise just loves the Kloros."
Windham said hastily, "Let"s not begin that. Look, Stuart, Porter and I have been discussing matters and we have decided that you know the Kloros well enough to think of some way of getting us back to Earth."
"It happens that you"re wrong. I can"t think of any way."
"Maybe there is some way we can take the ship back from the blasted green fellas," suggested Windham. "Some weakness they may have. Dash it, you know what I mean."
"Tell me, Colonel, what are you after? Your own skin or Earth"s welfare?"
"I resent that question. I"ll have you know that while I"m as careful of my own life as anyone has a right to be, I"m thinking of Earth primarily. And I think that"s true of all of us."
"d.a.m.n right," said Porter, instantly. Leblanc looked anxious, Polyorketes resentful; and Mullen had no expression at all.
"Good," said Stuart. "Of course, I don"t think we can take the ship. They"re armed and we aren"t. But there"s this. You know why the Kloros took this ship intact. It"s because they need ships. They may be better chemists than Earthmen are, but Earthmen are better astronautical engineers. We have bigger, better and more ships. In fact, if our crew had had a proper respect for military axioms in the first place, they would have blown the ship up as soon as it looked as though the Kloros were going to board."
Leblanc looked horrified. "And kill the pa.s.sengers?"
"Why not? You heard what the good colonel said. Every one of us puts his own lousy little life after Earth"s interests. What good are we to Earth alive right now? None at all. What harm will this ship do in Kloro hands? A h.e.l.l of a lot, probably."
"Just why," asked Mullen, "did our men refuse to blow up the ship? They must have had a reason."
"They did. It"s the firmest tradition of Earth"s military men that there must never be an unfavorable ratio of casualties. If we had blown ourselves up, twenty fighting men and seven civilians of Earth would be dead as compared with an enemy casualty total of zero. So what happens? We let them board, kill twenty-eight-I"m sure we killed at least that many-and let them have the ship."
"Talk, talk, talk," jeered Polyorketes.
"There"s a moral to this," said Stuart. "We can"t take the ship away from the Kloros. We might be able to rush them, though, and keep them busy long enough to allow one of us enough time to short the engines."
"What?" yelled Porter, and Windham shushed him in fright.
"Short the engines," Stuart repeated. "That would destroy the ship, of course, which is what we want to do, isn"t it?"
Leblanc"s lips were white. "I don"t think that would work."
"We can"t be sure till we try. But what have we to lose by trying?"
"Our lives, d.a.m.n it!" cried Porter. "You insane maniac, you"re crazy!"
"If I"m a maniac," said Stuart, "and insane to boot, then naturally I"m crazy. But just remember that if we lose our lives, which is overwhelmingly probable, we lose nothing of value to Earth; whereas if we destroy the ship, as we just barely might, we do Earth a lot of good. What patriot would hesitate? Who here would put himself ahead of his world?" He looked about in the silence. "Surely not you, Colonel Windham."
Windham coughed tremendously. "My dear man, that is not the question. There must be a way to save the ship for Earth without losing our lives, eh?"
"All right. You name it."
"Let"s all think about it. Now there are only two of the Kloros aboard ship. If one of us could sneak up on them and-"
"How? The rest of the ship"s all filled with chlorine. We"d have to wear a s.p.a.cesuit. Gravity in their part of the ship is hopped up to Kloro level, so whoever is patsy in the deal would be clumping around, metal on metal, slow and heavy. Oh, he could sneak up on them, sure-like a skunk trying to sneak downwind."
"Then we"ll drop it all," Porter"s voice shook. "Listen, Windham, there"s not going to be any destroying the ship. My life means plenty to me and if any of you try anything like that, I"ll call the Kloros. I mean it."
"Well," said Stuart, "there"s hero number one."
Leblanc said, "I want to go back to Earth, but I-"
Mullen interrupted, "I don"t think our chances of destroying the ship are good enough unless-"
"Heroes number two and three. What about you, Polyorketes, You would have the chance of killing two Kloros."
"I want to kill them with my bare hands," growled the farmer, his heavy fists writhing. "On their planet, I will kill dozens."
"That"s a nice safe promise for now. What about you, Colonel? Don"t you want to march to death and glory with me?"
"Your att.i.tude is very cynical and unbecoming, Stuart. It"s obvious that if the rest are unwilling, then your plan will fall through."
"Unless I do it myself, huh?"
"You won"t, do you hear?" said Porter, instantly.
"d.a.m.n right I won"t," agreed Stuart. "I don"t claim to be a hero. I"m just an average patriot, perfectly willing to head for any planet they take me to and sit out the war."
Mullen said, thoughtfully, "Of course, there is a way we could surprise the Kloros."
The statement would have dropped flat except for Polyorketes. He pointed a black-nailed, stubby forefinger and laughed harshly. "Mr. Bookkeeper!" he said. "Mr. Bookkeeper is a big shot talker like this d.a.m.ned greenie spy, Stuart. All right, Mr. Bookkeeper, go ahead. You make big speeches also. Let the words roll like an empty barrel."
He turned to Stuart and repeated venomously, "Empty barrel! Cripple-hand empty barrel. No good for anything but talk."
Mullen"s soft voice could make no headway until Polyorketes was through, but then he said, speaking directly to Stuart, "We might be able to reach them from outside. This room has a C-chute I"m sure."
"What"s a C-chute?" asked Leblanc.
"Well-" began Mullen, and then stopped, at a loss.
Stuart said, mockingly, "It"s a euphemism, my boy. Its full name is "casualty chute." It doesn"t get talked about, but the main rooms on any ship would have them. They"re just little airlocks down which you slide a corpse. Burial at s.p.a.ce. Always lots of sentiment and bowed heads, with the captain making a rolling speech of the type Polyorketes here wouldn"t like."
Leblanc"s face twisted. "Use that to leave the ship?"
"Why not? Superst.i.tious? -Go on, Mullen."
The little man had waited patiently. He said, "Once outside, one could re-enter the ship by the steam-tubes. It can be done-with luck. And then you would be an unexpected visitor in the control room."
Stuart stared at him curiously. "How do you figure this out? What do you know about steam-tubes?"
Mullen coughed. "You mean because I"m in the paper-box business? Well-" He grew pink, waited a moment, then made a new start in a colorless, unemotional voice. "My company, which manufactures fancy paper boxes and novelty containers, made a line of s.p.a.ceship candy boxes for the juvenile trade some years ago. It was designed so that if a string were pulled, small pressure containers were punctured and jets of compressed air shot out through the mock steam-tubes, sailing the box across the room and scattering candy as it went. The sales theory was that the youngsters would find it exciting to play with the ship and fun to scramble for the candy.
"Actually, it was a complete failure. The ship would break dishes and sometimes. .h.i.t another child in the eye. Worse still, the children would not only scramble for the candy but would fight over it. It was almost our worst failure. We lost thousands.
"Still, while the boxes were being designed, the entire office was extremely interested. It was like a game, very bad for efficiency and office morale. For a while, we all became steam-tube experts. I read quite a few books on ship construction. On my own time, however, not the company"s."
Stuart was intrigued. He said, "You know it"s a video sort of idea, but it might work if we had a hero to spare. Have we?"
"What about you?" demanded Porter, indignantly. "You go around sneering at us with your cheap wisecracks. I don"t notice you volunteering for anything."
"That"s because I"m no hero, Porter. I admit it. My object is to stay alive, and shinnying down steam-tubes is no way to go about staying alive. But the rest of you are n.o.ble patriots. The colonel says so. What about you, Colonel? You"re the senior hero here."
Windham said, "If I were younger, blast it, and if you had your hands, I would take pleasure, sir, in trouncing you soundly."
"I"ve no doubt of it, but that"s no answer."
"You know very well that at my time of life and with my leg-" he brought the flat of his hand down upon his stiff knee- "I am in no position to do anything of the sort, however much I should wish to."
"Ah, yes," said Stuart, "and I, myself, am crippled in the hands, as Pory-orketes tells me. That saves us. And what unfortunate deformities do the rest of us have?"
"Listen," cried Porter, "I want to know what this is all about. How can anyone go down the steam-tubes? What if the Kloros use them while one of us is inside?"
"Why, Porter, that"s part of the sporting chance. It"s where the excitement comes in."
"But he"d be boiled in the sh.e.l.l like a lobster."
"A pretty image, but inaccurate. The steam wouldn"t be on for more than a very short time, maybe a second or two, and the suit insulation would hold that long. Besides, the jet comes scooting out at several hundred miles a minute, so that you would be blown clear of the ship before the steam could even warm you. In fact, you"d be blown quite a few miles out into s.p.a.ce, and after that you would be quite safe from the Kloros. Of course, you couldn"t get back to the ship."
Porter was sweating freely. "You don"t scare me for one minute, Stuart."
"I don"t? Then you"re offering to go? Are you sure you"ve thought out what being stranded in s.p.a.ce means? You"re all alone, you know; really all alone. The steam-jet will probably leave you turning or tumbling pretty rapidly. You won"t feel that. You"ll seem to be motionless. But all the stars will be going around and around so that they"re just streaks in the sky. They won"t ever stop. They won"f even slow up. Then your heater will go off, your oxygen will give out, and you will die very slowly. You"ll have lots of time to think. Or, if you are in a hurry, you could open your suit. That wouldn"t be pleasant, either. I"ve seen faces of men who had a torn suit happen to them accidentally, and it"s pretty awful. But it would be quicker. Then-"
Porter turned and walked unsteadily away.
Stuart said, lightly, "Another failure. One act of heroism still ready to be knocked down to the highest bidder with nothing offered yet."
Polyorketes spoke up and his harsh voice roughed the words. "You keep on talking, Mr. Big Mouth. You just keep banging that empty barrel. Pretty soon, we"ll kick your teeth in. There"s one boy I think would be willing to do it now, eh, Mr. Porter?"
Porter"s look at Stuart confirmed the truth of Polyorketes" remarks, but he said nothing.
i i Stuart said, "Then what about you, Polyorketes? You"re the barehand man with guts. Want me to help you into a suit?" "I"ll ask you when I want help." 1 "What about you, Leblanc?"
The young man shrank away.
"Not even to get back to Margaret?"