"I do not believe I care to...." began Margaret.
She was interrupted by the penetrating sound of an alarm bell.
"That"s a new note!" exclaimed Seaton, "I never heard that note before."
He stood in surprise at the board, where a brilliant purple light was flashing slowly. "Great Cat! That"s a purely Osnomian war-gadget--kind of a battleship detector--shows that there"s a boatload of bad news around here somewhere. Grab the visiplates quick, folks," as he rang Shiro"s bell. "I"ll take visiplate area one, dead ahead. Mart, take number two. Dot, three; Peg, four; Shiro, five. Look sharp!... Nothing in front. See anything, any of you?"
None of them could discover anything amiss, but the purple light continued to flash, and the bell to ring. Seaton cut off the bell.
"We"re almost to "X"," he thought aloud. "Can"t be more than a million miles or so, and we"re almost stopped. Wonder if somebody"s there ahead of us? Maybe Dunark is doing this, though. I"ll call him and see." He threw in a switch and said one word--"Dunark!"
"Here!" came the voice of the Kofedix from the speaker. "Are you generating?"
"No--just called to see if you were. What do you make of it?"
"Nothing as yet. Better close up?"
"Yes, edge over this way and I"ll come over to meet you. Leave your negative as it is--we"ll be stopped directly. Whatever it is, it"s dead ahead. It"s a long ways off yet, but we"d better get organized. Wouldn"t talk much, either--they may intercept our wave, narrow as it is."
"Better yet, shut off your radio entirely. When we get close enough together, we"ll use the hand-language. You may not know that you know it, but you do. Turn your heaviest searchlight toward me--I"ll do the same."
There was a click as Dunark"s power was shut off abruptly, and Seaton grinned as he cut his own.
"That"s right, too, folks. In Osnomian battles we always used a sign-language when we couldn"t hear anything--and that was most of the time. I know it as well as I know English, now that I am reminded of the fact."
He shifted his course to intercept that of the Osnomian vessel. After a time the watchers picked out a minute point of light, moving comparatively rapidly against the stars, and knew it to be the searchlight of the _Kondal_. Soon the two vessels were almost side by side, moving cautiously forward, and Seaton set up a sixty-inch parabolic reflector, focused upon a coil. As they went on, the purple light continued to flash more and more rapidly, but still nothing was to be seen.
"Take number six visiplate, will you, Mart? It"s telescopic, equivalent to a twenty-inch refractor. I"ll tell you where to look in a minute--this reflector increases the power of the regular indicator." He studied meters and adjusted dials. "Set on nineteen hours forty-three minutes, and two hundred seventy-one degrees. He"s too far away yet to read exactly, but that"ll put him in the field of vision."
"Is this radiation harmful?" asked Margaret.
"Not yet--it"s too weak. Pretty soon we may be able to feel it; then I"ll throw out a screen against it. When it"s strong enough, it"s pretty deadly stuff. See anything, Mart?"
"I see something, but it is very indistinct. It is moving in sharper now. Yes, it is a s.p.a.ce-ship, shaped like a dirigible airship."
"See it yet, Dunark?" Seaton signaled.
"Just sighted it. Ready to attack?"
"I am not. I"m going to run. Let"s go, and go fast!"
Dunark signaled violently, and Seaton shook his head time after time, stubbornly.
"A difficulty?" asked Crane.
"Yes. He wants to go jump on it, but I"m not looking for trouble with any such craft as that--it must be a thousand feet long and is certainly neither Terrestrial nor Osnomian. I say beat it while we"re all in one piece. How about it?"
"Absolutely," concurred Crane and both women.
The bar was reversed and the _Skylark_ leaped away. The _Kondal_ followed, although the observers could see that Dunark was raging.
Seaton swung number six visiplate around, looked once, and switched on the radio.
"Well, Dunark," he said grimly. "You get your wish. That bird is coming out, with at least twice the acceleration we could get with both motors full on. He saw us all the time, and was waiting for us."
"Go on--get away if you can. You can stand a higher acceleration than we can. We"ll hold him as long as possible."
"I would, if it would do any good, but it won"t. He"s so much faster than we are that he could catch us anyway, if he wanted to, no matter how much of a start we had--and it looks now as though he wanted us. Two of us stand a lot better chance than one of licking him if he"s looking for trouble. Spread out a mile or two, and pretend this is all the speed we"ve got. What"ll we give him first?"
"Give him everything at once. Rays six, seven, eight, nine, and ten...."
Crane, with Seaton, began making contacts, rapidly but with precision.
"Heat wave two-seven. Induction, five-eight. Oscillation, everything under point oh six three. All the explosive copper we can get in.
Right?"
"Right--and if worse comes to worst, remember the zone of force. Let him shoot first, because he may be peaceable--but it doesn"t look like olive branches to me."
"Got both your screens out?"
"Yes. Mart, you might take number two visiplate and work the guns--I"ll handle the rest of this stuff. Better strap yourselves in solid, folks--this may develop into a kind of rough party, by the looks of things right now."
As he spoke, a pyrotechnic display enveloped the entire ship as a radiation from the foreign vessel struck the other neutralizing screen and dissipated its force harmlessly in the ether. Instantly Seaton threw on the full power of his refrigerating system and shot in the master switch that actuated the complex offensive armament of his dreadnought of the skies. An intense, livid violet glow hid completely main and auxiliary power bars, and long flashes leaped between metallic objects in all parts of the vessel. The pa.s.sengers felt each hair striving to stand on end as the very air became more and more highly charged--and this was but the slight corona-loss of the frightful stream of destruction being hurled at the other s.p.a.ce-cruiser, now scarcely a mile away!
Seaton stared into number one visiplate, manipulating levers and dials as he drove the _Skylark_ hither and yon, dodging frantically, the while the automatic focusing devices remained centered upon the enemy and the enormous generators continued to pour forth their deadly frequencies.
The bars glowed more fiercely as they were advanced to full working load--the stranger was one blaze of incandescent ionization, but she still fought on; and Seaton noticed that the pyrometers recording the temperature of the sh.e.l.l were mounting rapidly, in spite of the refrigerators.
"Dunark, put everything you"ve got upon one spot--right on the end of his nose!"
As the first sh.e.l.l struck the mark, Seaton concentrated every force at his command upon the designated point. The air in the _Skylark_ crackled and hissed and intense violet flames leaped from the bars as they were driven almost to the point of disruption. From the forward end of the strange craft there erupted prominence after prominence of searing, unbearable flame as the terrific charges of explosive copper struck the mark and exploded, liberating instantaneously their millions upon millions of kilowatt-hours of intra-atomic energy. Each prominence enveloped all three of the fighting vessels and extended for hundreds of miles out into s.p.a.ce--but still the enemy warship continued to hurl forth solid and vibratory destruction.
A brilliant orange light flared upon the panel, and Seaton gasped as he swung his visiplate upon his defenses, which he had supposed impregnable. His outer screen was already down, although its mighty copper generator was exerting its utmost power. Black areas had already appeared and were spreading rapidly, where there should have been only incandescent radiance; and the inner screen was even now radiating far into the ultra-violet and was certainly doomed. Knowing as he did the stupendous power driving those screens, he knew that there were superhuman and inconceivable forces being directed against them, and his right hand flashed to the switch controlling the zone of force. Fast as he was, much happened in the mere moment that pa.s.sed before his flying hand could close the switch. In the last infinitesimal instant of time before the zone closed in, a gaping black hole appeared in the incandescence of the inner screen, and a small portion of a ray of energy so stupendous as to be palpable, struck, like a tangible projectile, the exposed flank of the _Skylark_. Instantly the refractory arenak turned an intense, dazzling white and more than a foot of the forty-eight-inch skin of the vessel melted away, like snow before an oxy-acetylene flame: melting and flying away in molten globes and sparkling gases--the refrigerating coils lining the hull were of no avail against the concentrated energy of that t.i.tanic thrust. As Seaton shut off his power, intense darkness and utter silence closed in, and he snapped on the lights.
"They take one trick!" he blazed, his eyes almost emitting sparks, and leaped for the generators. He had forgotten the efforts of the zone of force, however, and only sprawled grotesquely in the air until he floated within reach of a line.
"Hold everything, d.i.c.k!" Crane snapped, as Seaton bent over one of the bars. "What are you going to do?"
"I"m going to put as heavy bars in these ray-generators as they"ll stand and go out and get that bird. We can"t lick him with Osnomian rays or with our explosive copper, but I can carve that sausage into slices with a zone of force, and I"m going to do it."
"Steady, old man--take it easy. I see your point, but remember that you must release the zone of force before you can use it as a weapon.
Furthermore, you must discover his exact location, and must get close enough to him to use the zone as a weapon, all without its protection.
Can those ray-screens be made sufficiently powerful to withstand the beam they employed last, even for a second?"
"Hm ... m ... m. Never thought of that, Mart," Seaton replied, the fire dying out of his eyes. "Wonder how long the battle lasted?"
"Eight and two-tenths seconds, from first to last, but they had had that heavy ray in action only a fraction of one second when you cut in the zone of force. Either they underestimated our strength at first, or else it required about eight seconds to tune in their heavy generators--probably the former."
"But we"ve _got_ to do something, man! We can"t just sit here and twiddle our thumbs!"