"Hullllooo!" Hogan"s call, echoing eerily up that stair, announced them and they were met by a dozen or so men. In the cone top there were traces of part.i.tions, remains of small cells about the walls, floored with frozen earth. And in the center s.p.a.ce a fire blazed while piles of wood filled several of the wall cells.
Even in the short time it had taken them to cross the river and climb the inner stair the clouds had blotted out most of the daylight, stretching in oily black tongues from the peaks.
"Coming up a regular bury-in," commented one of those awaiting Hogan. His speech was underlined by a blast of wind screaming across the broken top of the cone.
And with the wind came a whirling wall of snow. The men were fast at work. Smaller fires were kindled closer to the over-hang of the outer walls. And with such fires before them and the sold blocks of the ancient stone at their backs, they prepared as best they could to wait out the fury of the blanket.
In the open such a storm could bury the unfortunate. But here the ruins afforded almost as much protection as a company dome. The fire in the center hissed out under a dump of snow. Only the constant roaring of the wind was a growing torment to the ears, making it impossible for a man to hear the voice of even the neighbors he crowded against.
Chapter Eight.
JOKTAR LEANED his forehead against his knees. Under and a-round him he could feel the shudder of the cone. There came a crash to be heard even above the boom of the wind. A portion of the ancient stone work gave, was swept inward. Joktar felt the man beside him stir, hitch away. Under the shrilling of the storm, there sounded a thin screaming. He began to crawl after his neighbor.
The moment they ventured away from the wall, wind and snow lashed. They clawed over one of the small cell part.i.tions, came to the ma.s.s of rubble which half buried a man. Together they pulled apart the debris, blinded by snow, deafened by the wind, blundering awkwardly because their sense of touch was numbed. Finally they drew the man free, as he screamed again and went limp.
Somehow they got him back to the wall, to the warmth of their own share of fire. Joktar, his shoulder aching cruelly, half collapsed against that stone support while his companion tried to aid the injured. Until the storm pa.s.sed there was little they could do for him.
Time moved by no normal measure. Hours... half a day... Joktar became aware that there were longer and longer pauses in the blasts overhead, that the snow was allowing a window on the open sky once again. As the storm died, men shook free of small drifts, looked about dazedly, not quite sure they had once more beaten Fenris.
"So Gagly got it," one of the white-powdered figures hunched forward to peer into the face of the man they had dragged from the cave-in.
"Gagly?" Hogan stripped off his mitten to push questing fingers into the throat opening of the other"s furs. "Yes, he"s gone. You"re going to miss Gagly, Samms... a pilot..."
"So, well miss him." Wide shoulders moved under the furs of one of the others in a shrug which was close to perfunctory. Above the scarf mask Samms" eyes were pale and shallow like mirrors to reflect an outside world, rather than reveal the emotions of the man who wore them in his skull.
He turned away from his dead follower to call: "Ebers, over here!"
One of the men brushing snow from his furs, stamping numb feet, raised his head, but made no move to obey that brusque summons.
"Ride out, Samms," his voice was a slow drawl, carrying a measure of authority. "We"ll chew out your proposition when we"re ready."
Above the face mask those pale gray eyes did not change, but Samms" hand twitched, and was quickly checked. That twitch had been toward his blaster, Joktar had not been alone in noting that. Rysd.y.k.e, standing to one side, slid his feet a little apart as if bracing his body before calling for a blast out.
Some time pa.s.sed before the center fire was rebuilt and they gathered around it to share provisions from their trail-bags. They were still eating when the leader of the Kortoski mob arose, strode back and forth in the firelight as if his impatience goaded him into at least that counterfeit of action.
"They"ve leveled a new landing field in the Harband compound," he announced. "Plan to deliver supplies there straight without setting down at Siwaki. Just another move towards closing the regular port entirely. When all the fields are located in company areas, we can never hope to bring free traders in here again."
"And what counter measures do you propose?" That was Hogan sounding disinterested, almost languid. Samms came around quickly as if he had been challenged.
"Not to sit on our tails and wait!"
Joktar, watching narrowly, noting the unchanging shallow-ness of those gray eyes, revised his first judgment of Samms. On the surface, judged by his speech, his att.i.tude, the outlaw was a hot tempered brawler, ready to use weapon or fist to bull his way to what he wanted. A type readily understood by the trappers he sought to rule.
Only those eyes belied such a first reading. And Joktar chose to believe the eyes. Samms had the subtle signs of a gambler who had long ago graduated from a star-and-comet table to games played without the aid of kas-cards or counters. The Terran longed to know what series of events had brought Samms to Fenris as an emigrant. And he marked the other down as dangerous.
"So you don"t believe in waiting," Hogan continued calmly. "May we ask what sort of action you are urging on us?"
"They are going to bring in a private ship on the Harband field. Two company vips, six in the crew. What if they found a reception committee ready to scoop the lot. We could d.i.c.ker with Harband if we had their vips parked up here."
"How did you comb out this information, Samms?" Ebers* drawl came from the other side of the fire.
"Oh, Samms has his lines of information. Pretty effective they are too, it would seem. Perks is really delivering," Hogan returned.
"Perks was planted," the other agreed readily. "When the time comes he"ll give us more help than just information!"
"And just how did Perks make himself so solid with the companies that he can give us all this help? Wasn"t he the only survivor of a squad who got theirs on the Lizard Back?"
Hogan answered for Samms. "He was. Too bad, Samms, these awkward questions are bound to be asked. They"re doubly awkward for you because that squad were mostly loyal to Raymark, weren"t they? How did did Perks make such a fine impression on his new employers? Use a judicious sellout as an introduction?" Perks make such a fine impression on his new employers? Use a judicious sellout as an introduction?"
A low mutter ran around the circle, growing to a growl. But Samms showed no signs of discomfiture.
"Perks was jumped. Then he was bright enough to take his chances with a good story when they pulled him in He had one ready."
"Always be prepared for capture as well as other eventualities," remarked Hogan.
I.
"Now," Ebers struck in again, "we are being offered some tempting bait and invited to come close and take a sniff. Three mobs able to take this new field! Expect us to swallow that!"
"I would say that the taking of the field would only be a temporary move," Hogan spoke directly to Ebers. "Samms has suggested kidnapping. We scoop up the vips, keep them while we d.i.c.ker with the company, until Harband and the rest promise us the wherewithal to make life merrier here in the wilderness. That it, Samms?"
"Sure, sure," Ebers snarled his interruption. "We b.u.t.ton up these vips, Harband yells and the patrol comes running. Those lads could cut us off in the breaks and starve us out. And where could we park the vips to have them ready and yet able to breathe and walk?"
"Yes, another small problem. To establish any kind of a semi-permanent base is to invite immediate investigation from the patrol. Move around and we expose our prisoners to" the elements and lose them before we can prove their value."
"Not if we take them off planet!"
That one sentence from Samms might have been the opening blast of a second blanket the way it silenced his listeners, Joktar caught the new note in the other"s voice. Samms was getting close to his serious play now.
Hogan plucked at his mask. "Well, well. Do I detect some thoughts of Councilor Cullan and his visit to Loki?"
Again that tiny movement toward the blaster. All of Samms" impatience could not be an act. And Hogan was deliberately applying pressure.
"What"s this Cullan got to do with it? He one of the vips?" Ebers wanted to know.
"At present he"s a member of the Supreme Council, and he"s anti-company, doesn"t believe in the monopolies on frontier planets. He"s argued the subject for years, now he"s beginning to get backing, big backing. And the vips are worrying. Three years ago there was a serious shake-up in the Colonization Section. A man named Kronfeld got in as one of the project directors. He"s no political hack, but came up through the technical side. He"s talked Alvarn Thomlistos into supporting some of his ideas. And the Great Thorn has established a new foundation, backed by the net profits from the Alban Freight, the Orsfo-Kol Mining Corporation and a few other such organizations."
Joktar was startled. The net profits of the companies Hogan listed were enough to make a man slightly breathless when he tried to reckon the amounts of credits involved.
"I don"t think I need point out that the Great Thorn has friends on a great many different government levels. So Cullan sat down with Kronfeld and listened, really really listened, to some home truths. With Thorn backing the spread of these ideas there"s going to be a lot of activity around the galaxy. About two months from now Cullan will be on Loki, gathering material for an a.s.sault on the company set-up as it is at present. Suppose a shipload of Harband vips, together with some spokesmen from our own select group, were to land there about the same time. Our arrival couldn"t be hushed up so that Cullan wouldn"t hear of it, and the subject matter would be just his meat. That is what you have in mind, isn"t it, Samms?" listened, to some home truths. With Thorn backing the spread of these ideas there"s going to be a lot of activity around the galaxy. About two months from now Cullan will be on Loki, gathering material for an a.s.sault on the company set-up as it is at present. Suppose a shipload of Harband vips, together with some spokesmen from our own select group, were to land there about the same time. Our arrival couldn"t be hushed up so that Cullan wouldn"t hear of it, and the subject matter would be just his meat. That is what you have in mind, isn"t it, Samms?"
If he were aware Hogan had taken over, Samms made no sign of either recognizing that or admitting defeat now.
"You are correct and amazingly well informed."
"And with Gagly dead you"ll need the services of a pilot. Rysd.y.k.e now has the distinction of being the only free one on Fenris. Perhaps you had him in mind all along, Gagly had been out of s.p.a.ce for five years. Now... when do you suggest we make this try to take over the Harband field?"
"You mean you"re willing to go along with this crazy scheme, Hogan?" Ebers sounded incredulous.
"I think it has a number of possibilities."
"Enough to get us all killed!" Ebers shot back. It was Samms who answered that.
"Would you rather rot out here? We have to make some definite move against the companies soon and I don"t mean just knocking off a hole in the mountains! We really have to cut into their cruising orbits or we"re outcla.s.sed and through. The free men on Fenris either climb to the top now or they cease to be free!"
"He"s right, you know, Ebers. We"ve dragged on here for two years now with a closed port. Our trade"s been finished entirely for six months. We"re three mobs, and a scattering of loners; we"re all that are left. And how many new recruits do you get? Not enough to take the places of the men we lose, let alone build up our strength. I give us just about another six months of this life and we will will be finished." be finished."
Again the mutter ran about the fire-lit circle. Ebers took up the argument.
"And you think, Hogan," he accented the "you" in a way Joktar guessed was intended to needle Samms, "that this plan does have a chance?"
"Oh, the odds against its success are high enough. But would you rather finish really blasting Harband where it will hurt, or let company guards, bad weather and luck whittle you down to nothing out here? And there is a slim chance we may be able to pull it off. Samms has Perks planted, remember?"
"I dunno," Ebers answered slowly, but his protest was not so sharp.
Samms jerked a thumb at the body rolled against the wall of the cone. "We lost one man here today. You don"t know how many more might have been caught in the blanket. Better for a man to go down fighting than this way."
"How many men can you muster, Ebers?" Hogan asked. "I have two raiding parties out, I"ll have to recall those. And there are maybe some loners who"d join with us. Roughly, maybe fifty. But I won"t take any but volunteers."
"Good enough. And I ought to do as well. You, Samms?"
"Thirty-forty-if I can talk some of the loners in," he spoke absently, as if his mind were on another problem.
"Suppose we capture this ship and Rysd.y.k.e is able to fly her off world. Who goes along to meet Cullan? We can"t load all our men on board."
"A committee, I"d say," Hogan replied. "The rest of our combined forces should hold the company compound if we"re successful. Those who stay can arm some of the emigrants. They may not be of use in the open, but they can help defend the domes."
"For how long would we have to hold the compound?" Ebers wanted to know.
Hogan stood up. "This whole scheme is a matter of ifs, ands, and buts. But I agree Samms has a point. We"d better risk a big gamble now than drift along as we have been doing. This ship combined with Cullan"s visit to Loki furnishes us with a chance. Even if we fail, Harband can"t sit on the news of our attack, and rumors alone could make things uncomfortable for the companies."
"A lot of good that would do men already dead," Ebers commented sourly. "Only maybe you"re right, this is a chance we won"t have again. Sounds like a mighty thin one though."
"History is made up of thin chances which have succeeded." Hogan slung his supply bag over his shoulder. "Has Perks given you any idea, Samms, when we should start moving?"
"Soon. You"d better call in your raiding parties."
"Will do." Hogan, Rysd.y.k.e, Roose and Joktar left the cone. When they were across the river and heading to the back trail, Hogan spoke to the Terran.
"What do you think of Samms?"
"Just now he isn"t very happy."
"Why?"
"Because you"re playing the hand he picked."
Hogan laughed. "Yes, I fear I spoiled his original plan somewhat."
"But you backed him, otherwise Ebers would have walked out!" Rysd.y.k.e objected.
"He took over," Joktar corrected. With great daring he added a question of his own, "Are you Cullan"s man?"
"You"ve an active imagination, son," was Hogan"s only reply.
Fenris" moon, brighter, yet in its way more cold and stark than Terra"s, rode a cloudless sky. Below the fluff of brush on the mountain slopes were the cl.u.s.tered domes of the Harband holdings, covering the mouths of the galleries running back into the mountains. There were lights in those domes, and sweeping spotlights outside to cover the land lying within the sonic barrier. These kept off outlaw and beast alike. To Joktar their own expedition seemed increasingly foolhardy.
Hogan might have been reading his mind when, after rising on one knee to use a pair of vision lenses, he said: "There"s this in our favor, they won"t be expecting any attack."
"From what I see, they won"t have to. How can anyone get across those spot paths? And what happens if the sonic barrier isn"t cut before we reach it?"
"Ifs, ands, maybes and buts again. Perks is to take the barrier out."
"And will he?" queried Rysd.y.k.e.
Hogan laughed. "How pessimistic we are tonight. Well, the charge hasn"t been sounded as yet. You have a chance to withdraw in good order, heroes."
"There is is a ship!" Rysd.y.k.e crowded up closer, his hand reaching past Hogan to point at that slim shape caught momentarily in one of the spots: a silver needle aimed at the cold heavens. a ship!" Rysd.y.k.e crowded up closer, his hand reaching past Hogan to point at that slim shape caught momentarily in one of the spots: a silver needle aimed at the cold heavens.
"So that much is true," Hogan"s gla.s.ses were aimed, not at the ship, but at the domes with their wreaths of colored lights.
Another of the mob crawled up under the cover of the brush.
"Jumper on the road," he reported. "Our boys in it, they flashed the signal."
Close to sunset, hours before, the first move in their attack had been made when they overran the nearest road station, the personnel found there were imprisoned, their broadcasting equipment smashed, and a jumper and a crawler seized. The machines were now coming along and if, with their cargos of armed men, they could get through the sonic gates, the forces they carried could hold those entrances open for their fellows.
The smaller vehicle proceeded at the odd leaping gait peculiar to its kind and behind it the crawler emerged from around a bend. Hogan loosened his mask, gave a high, carrying whistle. Shadows arose, to flit from cover. Joktar heard that whistle picked up, relayed. A pattern of lights winked on the nearest dome, was answered by a beam from the driver"s cabin on the jumper.
"Let"s hope," Rysd.y.k.e breathed as his shoulder rubbed Joktar"s in their forward creep, "that we do have the right recognition signals."
The sonic barrier was invisible. The driver maneuvering the jumper along the rutted road would never know he had crossed it successfully until he reached the domes, or doubled up in agony of wrenched nerves and muscles.
On the jumper surged, rolled, surged again. The machine was in the open and the beam of a spot caught and held it for a moment before flicking on. The crawler trailed. If neither vehicle were expected at the compound, there would be questions and perhaps an alarm. Joktar"s fingers tightened on the blaster as he watched that all too slow advance.
The spot was half way through a sweep across the landing field when its funnel of light jerked skywards.
"That"s it!"
Perks" moves were coming on schedule. Now the men in hiding went into action as jumper and crawler halted, discharging their cargos in a boil of outlaws dashing on to the domes. The crackle of blaster fire and the shriller explosion of vorp bolts broke the silence of the night as the weird lightning of blaster fire crossed or met in the air.
Joktar ran forward, part of the first wave headed by Hogan. He saw Roose put on a burst of speed, turn to the right. Rysd.y.k.e peeled off after the trapper, and Joktar made a third. There would be a guard on the ship but the crew would normally be quartered at the domes. Whether or not this watchman could close the ship in time depended upon the quality of his vigilance and their own rate of speed. Roose went to one knee, fired, while Rysd.y.k.e darted on.