The Terran hesitated. To describe to men who knew nothing of explosives the cla.s.sic way of dealing with a sub via depth charges was close to impossible. But he did his best.
"Among my people one imprisons in a container a great power. Then the container is dropped near the sub and--"
"And how," broke in the skeptical captain, "do you know where such a ship lies? Can you see it through the water?"
"In a way--not see, but hear. There is a machine which makes for the captain of the above-seas ship a picture of where the sub lies or moves so that he may follow its course. Then when he is near enough he drops the container and the power breaks free--to also break apart the sub."
"Yet the making of such containers and the imprisoning of the power within them," Torgul said, "this is the result of a knowledge which is greater than any save the Foanna may possess. You do not have it?" His conclusion was half statement, half question.
"No. It took many years and the combined knowledge of many men among my people to make such containers, such a listening device. I do not have it."
"Why then think of what we do not have?" Torgul"s return was decisive.
"What _do_ we have?"
Ross"s head came up. He was listening, not to anything in that cabin, but to a sound which had come through the port just behind his head.
There--it had come again! He was on his feet.
"What--?" Vistur"s hand hovered over the ax at his belt. Ross saw their gaze centered on him.
"We may have reinforcements now!" The Terran was already on his way to the deck.
He hurried to the rail and whistled, the thin, shrill summons he had practiced for weeks before he had ever begun this fantastic adventure.
A sleek dark body broke water and the dolphin grin was exposed as Tino-rau answered his call. Though Ross"s communication powers with the two finned scouts was very far from Karara"s, he caught the message in part and swung around to face the Rovers who had crowded after him.
"We have a way now of learning more about your enemies."
"A boat--it comes without sail or oars!" One of the crew pointed.
Ross waved vigorously, but no hand replied from the skiff. Though it came steadily onward, the three cruisers its apparent goal.
"Karara!" Ross called.
Then side by side with Tino-rau were two wet heads, two masked faces showing as the swimmers trod water--Karara and Loketh.
"Drop ropes!" Ross gave that order as if he rather than Torgul commanded. And the Captain himself was one of those who moved to obey.
Loketh came out of the sea first and as he scrambled over the rail he had his sword ready, looking from Ross to Torgul. The Terran held up empty hands and smiled.
"No trouble now."
Loketh snapped up his mask. "So the Sea Maid said the finned ones reported. Yet before, these thirsted for your blood on their blades.
What magic have you worked?"
"None. Just the truth has been discovered." Ross reached for Karara"s hand as she came nimbly up the rope, swung her across the rail to the deck where she stood unmasked, brushing back her hair and looking around with a lively curiosity.
"Karara, this is Captain Torgul," Ross introduced the Rover commander who was staring round-eyed at the girl. "Karara is she who swims with the finned ones, and they obey her." Ross gestured to Tino-rau. "It is Taua who brings the skiff?" he asked the Polynesian.
She nodded. "We followed from the gate. Then Loketh came and said that ... that...." She paused and then added, "But you do not seem to be in danger. What has happened?"
"Much. Listen--this is important. There is trouble at an island ahead.
The Baldies were there; they murdered the kin of these men. The odds are they reached there by some form of sub. Send one of the dolphins to see what is happening and if they are still there...."
Karara asked no more questions, but whistled to the dolphin. With a flip of tail Tino-rau took off.
Since they could make no concrete plan of action, the cruiser captains agreed to wait for Tino-rau"s report and to cruise well out of sight of the fairing harbor until it came.
"This belief in magic," Ross remarked to Karara, "has one advantage. The natives seem able to take in their stride the fact the dolphins will scout for us."
"They have lived their lives on the sea; for it they must have a vast respect. Perhaps they know, as did my people, that the ocean has many secrets, some of which are never revealed except to the forms of life which claim their homes there. But, even if you discover this Baldy sub, what will the Rovers be able to do about it?"
"I don"t know--yet." Ross could not tell why he clung to the idea that they could do anything to strike back at the superior alien force. He only knew that he was not yet willing to relinquish the thought that in some way they could.
"And Ashe?"
Yes, Ashe....
"I don"t know." It hurt Ross to admit that.
"Back there, what really happened at the gate?" he asked Karara. "All at once the dolphins seemed to go crazy."
"I think for a moment or two they did. You felt nothing?"
"No."
"It was like a fire slashing through the head. Some protective device of the Foanna, I think."
A mental defense to which he was not sensitive. Which meant that he might be able to breach that gate if none of the others could. But he had to be there first. Suppose, just suppose Torgul could be persuaded that this attack on the gutted Kyn Add was useless. Would the Rover commander take them back to the Foanna keep? Or with the dolphins and the skiff could Ross himself return to make the try?
That he could make it on his own, Ross doubted. Excitement and will power had buoyed him up throughout the past Hawaikan day and night. Now fatigue closed in, past his conditioning and the built-in stimulant of the Terran rations, to enclose him in a groggy haze. He had been warned against this reaction, but that was just another item he had pushed out of his conscious mind. The last thing he remembered now was seeing Karara move through a fuzzy cloud.
Voices argued somewhere beyond, the force of that argument carried more by tone than any words Ross could understand. He was pulled sluggishly out of a slumber too deep for any dream to trouble, and lifted heavy eyelids to see Karara once again. There was a p.r.i.c.k in his arm--or was that part of the unreality about him?
"--four--five--six--" she was counting, and Ross found himself joining in:
"--seven--eight--nine--ten!"
On reaching "ten" he was fully awake and knew that she had applied the emergency procedure they had been drilled in using, giving him a pep shot. When Ross sat up on the narrow bunk there was a light in the cabin and no sign of day outside the porthole. Torgul, Vistur, the two other cruiser captains, all there ... and Jazia.
Ross swung his feet to the deck. A pep-shot headache was already beginning, but would wear off soon. There was, however, a concentration of tension in the cabin, and something must have driven Karara to use the drug.
"What is it?"
Karara fitted the medical kit into the compact carrying case.
"Tino-rau has returned. There _is_ a sub in the bay. It emits energy waves on a sh.o.r.eward beam."
"Then they are still there." Ross accepted the dolphin"s report without question. Neither of the scouts would make a mistake in those matters.
Energy waves beamed sh.o.r.eward--power for some type of unit the Baldies were using? Suppose the Rovers could find a way of cutting off the power.