"I"ll tell you while I work on the car," said Lockley. "We want to get moving away from here before daybreak."
He went down to the little car, wedged in the saplings it had splintered and broken. He began to clear it so he could lever it back on to the highway. He used a broken sapling, and as he worked he told what had happened, including the three men in the compost pit sh.e.l.l and the dumping of a.s.sorted small wild life specimens into it with them.
"But they didn"t kill you," said Jill insistently, "and they didn"t kill those three, and there were the two others you say got over the paralysis and went back to the camp. Counting you, that"s six men they had at their mercy that we know weren"t harmed. So why should they have harmed a seventh man?"
Lockley did not answer at once. None of the spared six, he thought, had put up a fight. Only Vale had exchanged blows with the crew of the s.p.a.ceship. n.o.body else had seen them.
"That"s right, about Vale," he said after a moment in which he had been busy. "But this doesn"t look good!"
He felt under the car. He squeezed himself beneath its front end.
There was a small, fugitive flicker of flame. It went out and he was silent.
Presently he got to his feet and said evenly, "We"re in a fix. One of the front wheels is turned almost at a right angle to the other. A king pin is broken. The car couldn"t be driven even if I managed to get it up on the road. We"ve got to walk. There ought to be soldiers on the way up to the lake today. If we meet them we"ll be all right.
But this is bad luck!"
It happened that he was mistaken on both counts. There were no soldiers moving into the park, and it was not bad luck that his car couldn"t be driven. If he"d been able to get it on the road and trundling down the highway, the car would have been wrecked and they could very well have been killed. But this was for the future to disclose.
They took nothing from the car because they could not see beyond the present. They started out doggedly to follow the highway that soldiers would be likely to follow on the way to the lake. It was not the shortest way to the world outside the Park. It was considerably longer than a footpath would have been. But Lockley expected tanks, at least, against which eccentric unearthly weapons would be useless. So they headed down the main highway. Lockley was unarmed. They had no food.
He hadn"t eaten since the morning before.
When day came--gray and still--and presently the dew upon gra.s.s and tree leaves glittered reflections of the sky, he moved aside into the woods and found a broken-off branch, out of which by very great effort he made a club. When he came back, Jill was listening attentively to the little pocket radio. She turned it off.
"I was hoping for news," she explained determinedly. "The government knows that there are creatures in the s.p.a.ceship, and he--" that would be Vale "--will be trying to make them understand what kind of beings we are. So there could be friendly communication almost any time. But there aren"t any news broadcasts on the air. I suppose it"s too early."
He agreed, with reservations. They made their way along the dew-wetted surface of the highway. As the light grew stronger, Lockley glanced again and again at Jill"s face. She looked very tired. He reflected sadly that she was thinking of Vale. She"d never thought twice about Lockley. Even now, or especially now, all her thoughts were for Vale.
When sunlight appeared on the peaks around them, he said detachedly, "You"ve had no rest for twenty-four hours and I doubt that you"ve had anything to eat. Neither have I. If troops come up this highway we"ll hear the engines. I think we"d better get off the highway and try to rest. And I may be able to find something for us to eat."
There are few wildernesses so desolate as to offer no food at all for one who knows what to look for. There is usually some sort of berry available. One kind of acorn is not bad to eat. Shoots of bracken are not unlike asparagus. There are some spiny wild plants whose leaves, if plucked young enough, will yield some nourishment and of course there are mushrooms. Even on stone one can find liverish rock-tripe which is edible if one dries it to complete dessication before soaking it again to make a soup or broth.
Before he searched for food, though, Lockley said abruptly, "You said you saw the creatures and they weren"t men. What did they look like?"
"They were a long way away," Jill told him. "I didn"t see them clearly. They"re about the size of men but they just aren"t men. Far away as they were, I could tell that!"
Lockley considered. He shrugged and said, "Rest. I"ll be back."
He moved away. He was hungry and he kept his eyes in motion, looking for something to take back to Jill. But his mind struggled to form a picture of a creature who"d be the size of a man but would be known not to be a man even at a distance; whose difference from mankind couldn"t be described because seen at such great distance. Presently he shook his head impatiently and gave all his attention to the search for food.
He found a patch of berries on a hillside where there was enough earth for berry bushes, but not for trees. Bears had been at them, but there were many left.
He filled his hat with them and made his way back to Jill. She had the pocket radio on again, but at the lowest possible volume. He put the berry-filled hat down beside her. She held up a warning hand. Speckles of sunshine trickled down through the foliage and the tree trunks were spotted with yellow light. They ate the berries as they heard the news.
A new official news release was out. And now, twelve hours after the last, wholly rea.s.suring bulletin, there was no longer any pretense that the thing in Boulder Lake was merely a meteorite.
The pretext that it was a natural object, said the news broadcaster, resuming, had been abandoned. But rea.s.surance continued. Photographic planes had been attempting to get a picture of the alien ship as it floated in the lake. So far no satisfactory image had been secured, but pictures of wreckage caused by an enormous wave generated in the lake by the alien s.p.a.ceship"s arrival were sharp and clear. Troops have been posted in a cordon about the Boulder Lake Park area to prevent unauthorized persons from swarming in to see earth"s visitors from s.p.a.ce. Details of its landing continue to be learned. Workmen from the construction camp have been questioned, and the two men who were paralyzed and then released have told their story. So far four human beings are known to have been seized by the occupants of the s.p.a.ceship. One is Vale, an eye-witness to the ship"s descent and landing. The three others went to investigate the gigantic explosion accompanying the landing in the lake. They have not been seen since.
This, however, does not imply that they are dead. Quite possibly the invaders--aliens--guests--who have landed on American soil are trying to learn how to communicate with the American people who are their hosts.
Lockley watched Jill"s face. As she heard the references to Vale, she went white, but she saw Lockley looking at her and said fiercely, "They don"t know that the visitors didn"t kill you and let you and the other three men escape. Someone ought to tell these broadcasters...."
Lockley did not answer. In his own mind, though, there was the fact that of the two workmen who"d been paralyzed and released, the three men in the compost pit sh.e.l.l, and himself, none had seen their captors. But Vale had.
The broadcaster went on with a fine air of confidence, reporting that yesterday afternoon a helicopter had flown into the mountains to examine the landing site in detail since it could not be examined from a high-flying plane.
Lockley remembered the droning he and the others had heard through the metal plates of their prison.
The helicopter had suddenly ceased to communicate. It is believed to have had engine trouble. However, later on a fast jet had attempted a flight below the extreme alt.i.tude of the photographic planes. Its pilot reported that at fifteen thousand feet he"d suddenly smelled an appalling odor. Then he was blinded, deafened, and his muscles knotted in spasms. He was paralyzed. The experience lasted for seconds only.
It was as if he"d flown into a searchlight beam which produced those sensations and then had flown out of it. He"d instinctively used evasive maneuvers and got away, but twice before he pa.s.sed the horizon there were instantaneous flashes of the paralysis and the pain.
Scientists determined that the report of the men who"d been paralyzed and released agreed with the report of the pilot. It was a.s.sumed that whatever or whoever had landed in Boulder Lake possessed a beam--it might as well be called a terror beam because of the effects it had--of some sort of radiation which produced the paralysis and the agony. Unless the three men missing from the construction camp had died of it, however, it was not to be considered a death ray.
The news went on with every appearance of frankness and confidence. It was natural for strangers on a strange planet to take precautions against possibly hostile inhabitants of the newly-found world. But every effort would be exerted to make friendly contact and establish peaceful communications with the beings from s.p.a.ce. Their weapon appeared to be of limited range and so far not lethal to human beings.
Occasional flashes of its effects had been noted by the troops now forming a cordon about the Park, but it only produced discomfort, not paralysis. Nevertheless the troops in question have been moved back.
Meanwhile rocket missiles are being moved to areas where they can deliver atom bombs on the alien ship if it should prove necessary. But the government is extremely anxious to make this contact with extra-terrestrials a friendly one, because contact with a race more advanced than ourselves could be of inestimable value to us. Therefore atom bombs will be used only as a last resort. An atom bomb would destroy aliens and their ship together--and we want the ship. The public is urged to be calm. If the ship should appear dangerous, it can and will be smashed.
The news broadcast ended.
Jill said, obviously speaking of Vale, "He"ll make them realize that men aren"t like porcupines and rabbits! When they realize that we humans are intelligent people, everything will be all right!"
Lockley said reluctantly, "There"s one thing to remember, though, Jill. They didn"t blindfold the rabbits or the porcupine. They only blindfolded men."
She stared at him.
"One of the men in the pit with me," said Lockley, "thought they didn"t want us to see them because they were monsters. That"s not likely." He paused. "Maybe they blindfolded us to keep us from finding out they aren"t."
CHAPTER 4
"The evidence," said Lockley as Jill looked at him ashen-faced, "the evidence is all for monsters. But there was something in that broadcast that calls for courage, and I want to summon it. We"re going to need it."
"If they aren"t monsters," said Jill in a stricken voice, "Then--then they"re men. And we have a cold war with only one country, and they"re the only ones who"d play a deadly trick like this. So if they aren"t monsters, in the ship, they must be men, and they"d kill anybody who found it out."
"But again," insisted Lockley, "the evidence is still all for monsters. You"ve been very loyal and very confident about Vale. But we"re in a fix. Vale would want you in a safe place, and there"s something in that broadcast that doesn"t look good."
"What was in the broadcast?"
Lockley said wryly, "Two things. One was there and one wasn"t. There wasn"t anything about soldiers marching up to Boulder Lake to welcome visitors from wherever they come from, and to say politely to them that as visitors they are our guests and we"d rather they didn"t shoot terror beams or paralysis beams about the landscape. We were more or less counting on that, you and I. We were expecting soldiers to come up the highway headed for the lake. But they aren"t coming."
Jill, still pale, wrinkled her forehead in thought.
"That"s what wasn"t in the broadcast," Lockley told her. "This is what was. The troops have formed a cordon about the Park. They"ve run into the terror beam. The broadcast said it was weakened by distance and only made the soldiers uncomfortable. But they"ve moved back. You see the point? They"ve moved back!"
Jill stared, suddenly understanding.
"But that means--"
"It means," said Lockley, "that the terror beam is pretty much of a weapon. It has a range up in the miles or tens of miles. We don"t know how to handle it yet. Whoever or whatever arrived in the thing Vale saw, it or they has or have a weapon our Army can"t buck, yet. The point is that we can"t wait to be rescued. We"ve got to get out of here on our own feet. Literally. So we forget about highways. From here on we sneak to safety as best we can. And we"ve got to put our whole minds on it."