"Why, and why not? That course seems eminently wise and proper. In fact, at the present time, thumb-twiddling is distinctly indicated."
"Oh, you"re full of little red ants! We can"t do a thing with that zone on--and you say just sit here. Suppose they know all about that zone of force? Suppose they can crack it? Suppose they ram us?"
"I shall take up your objections in order," Crane had lighted a cigarette and was smoking meditatively. "First, they may or may not know about it. At present, that point is immaterial. Second, whether or not they know about it, it is almost a certainty that they cannot crack it.
It had been up for more than three minutes, and they have undoubtedly concentrated everything possible upon us during that time. It is still standing. I really expected it to go down in the first few seconds, but now that it has held this long it will, in all probability, continue to hold indefinitely. Third, they most certainly will not ram us, for several reasons. They probably have encountered few, if any, foreign vessels able to stand against them for a minute, and will act accordingly. Then, too, it is probably safe to a.s.sume that their vessel is damaged, to some slight extent at least; for I do not believe that any possible armament could withstand the forces you directed against them and escape entirely unscathed. Finally, if they did ram us, what would happen? Would we feel the shock? That barrier in the ether seems impervious, and if so, it could not transmit a blow. I do not see exactly how it would affect the ship dealing the blow. You are the one who works out the new problems in unexplored mathematics--some time you must take a few months off and work it out."
"Yes, it would take that long, too, I guess--but you"re right, he can"t hurt us. That"s using the old bean, Mart! I was going off half-c.o.c.ked again, darn it! I"ll pipe down, and we"ll go into a huddle."
Seaton noticed that Dorothy"s face was white and that she was fighting for self-control. Drawing himself over to her, he picked her up in a tight embrace.
"Cheer up, Red-Top! This man"s war ain"t started yet!"
"Not started? What do you mean? Haven"t you and Martin just been admitting to each other that you can"t do anything? Doesn"t that mean that we are beaten?"
"Beaten! Us? How do you get that way? Not on your sweet young life!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, and the surprise on his face was so manifest that she recovered instantly. "We"ve just dug a hole and pulled the hole in after us, that"s all! When we get everything doped out to suit us, we"ll snap out of it and that bird"ll think he"s been petting a wildcat!"
"Mart, you"re the thinking end of this partnership," he continued, thoughtfully. "You"ve got the a.n.a.lytical mind and the judicial disposition, and can think circles around me. From what little you"ve seen of those folks, tell me who, what, and where they are. I"m getting the germ of an idea, and maybe we can make it work."
"I will try it." Crane paused. "They are, of course, neither from the Earth nor from Osnome. It is also evident that they have solved the secret of intra-atomic energy. Their vessels are not propelled as ours are--they have so perfected that force that it acts upon every particle of the structure and its contents...."
"How do you figure that?" blurted Seaton.
"Because of the acceleration they can stand. Nothing even semi-human, and probably nothing living, could endure it otherwise. Right?"
"Yes--I never thought of that."
"Furthermore, they are far from home, for if they were from anywhere nearby, the Osnomians would have known of them--particularly since it is evident from the size of the vessel that it is not a recent development with them, as it is with us. Since the green system is close to the center of the Galaxy, it seems reasonable, as a working hypothesis, to a.s.sume that they are from some system far from the center, perhaps close to the outer edge. They are very evidently of a high degree of intelligence. They are also highly treacherous and merciless...."
"Why?" asked Dorothy, who was listening eagerly.
"I deduce those characteristics from their unprovoked attack upon peaceful ships, vastly smaller and supposedly of inferior armament; and also from the nature of that attack. This vessel is probably a scout or an exploring ship, since it seems to be alone. It is not altogether beyond the bounds of reason to imagine it upon a voyage of discovery, in search of new planets to be subjugated and colonized...."
"That"s a sweet picture of our future neighbors--but I guess you"re hitting the old nail on the head, at that."
"If these deductions are anywhere nearly correct, they are terrible neighbors. For my next point, are we justified in a.s.suming that they do or do not know about the zone of force?"
"That"s a hard one. Knowing what they evidently do know, it"s hard to see how they could have missed it. And yet, if they had known about it for a long time, wouldn"t they be able to get through it? Of course it may be a real and total barrier in the ether--in that case they"d know that they couldn"t do a thing as long as we keep it on. Take your choice, but I believe that they know about it, and know more than we do--that it is a total barrier set up in the ether."
"I agree with you, and we shall proceed upon that a.s.sumption. They know, then, that neither they nor we can do anything as long as we maintain the zone--that it is a stalemate. They also know that it takes an enormous amount of power to keep the zone in place. Now we have gone as far as we can go upon the meager data we have--considerably farther than we really are justified in going. We must now try to come to some conclusion concerning their present activities. If our ideas as to their natures are even approximately correct, they are waiting, probably fairly close at hand, until we shall be compelled to release the zone, no matter how long that period of waiting shall be. They know, of course, from our small size, that we cannot carry enough copper to maintain it indefinitely, as they could. Does that sound reasonable?"
"I check you to nineteen decimal places, Mart, and from your ideas I"m getting surer and surer that we can pull their corks. I can get into action in a hurry when I have to, and my idea now is to wait until they relax a trifle, and then slip a fast one over on them. One more bubble out of the old think-tank and I"ll let you off for the day. At what time will their vigilance be at lowest ebb? That"s a poser, I"ll admit, but the answer to it may answer everything--the first shot will, of course, be the best chance we"ll ever have."
"Yes, we should succeed in the first attempt. We have very little information to guide us in answering that question." He studied the problem for many minutes before he resumed, "I should say that for a time they would keep all their rays and other weapons in action against the zone of force, expecting us to release it immediately. Then, knowing that they were wasting power uselessly, they would cease attacking, but would be very watchful, with every eye fastened upon us and with every weapon ready for instant use. After this period of vigilance, regular ship"s routine would be resumed. Half the force, probably, would go off duty--for, if they are even remotely like any organic beings with which we are familiar, they require sleep or its equivalent at intervals. The men on duty--the normal force, that is--would be doubly careful for a time. Then habit will a.s.sert itself, if we have done nothing to create suspicion, and their watchfulness will relax to the point of ordinary careful observation. Toward the end of their watch, because of the strain of the battle and because of the unusually long period of duty, they will become careless, and their vigilance will be considerably below normal. But the exact time of all these things depends entirely upon their conception of time, concerning which we have no information whatever. Though it is purely a speculation, based upon Earthly and Osnomian experience, I should say that after twelve or thirteen hours would come the time for us to make the attack."
"That"s good enough for me. Fine, Mart, and thanks. You"ve probably saved the lives of the party. We will now sleep for eleven or twelve hours."
"Sleep, d.i.c.k! How could you?" Dorothy exclaimed.
CHAPTER V
First Blood
The next twelve hours dragged with terrible slowness. Sleep was impossible and eating was difficult, even though all knew that they would have need of the full measure of their strength. Seaton set up various combinations of switching devices connected to electrical timers, and spent hours trying, with all his marvelous quickness of muscular control, to cut shorter and ever shorter the time between the opening and the closing of the switch. At last he arranged a powerful electro-magnetic device so that one impulse would both open and close the switch, with an open period of one one-thousandth of a second. Only then was he satisfied.
"A thousandth is enough to give us a look around, due to persistence of vision; and it is short enough so that they won"t see it unless they have a recording observer on us. Even if they still have rays on us, they can"t possibly neutralize our screens in that short an exposure.
All right, gang? We"ll take five visiplates and cover the sphere. If any of you get a glimpse of him, mark the exact spot and outline on the gla.s.s. All set?"
He pressed the b.u.t.ton. The stars flashed in the black void for an instant, then were again shut out.
"Here he is, d.i.c.k!" shrieked Margaret. "Right here--he covered almost half the visiplate!"
She outlined for him, as nearly as she could, the exact position of the object she had seen, and he calculated rapidly.
"Fine business!" he exulted. "He"s within half a mile of us, three-quarters on--perfect! I thought he"d be so far away that I"d have to take photographs to locate him. He hasn"t a single ray on us, either.
That bird"s goose is cooked right now, folks, unless every man on watch has his hand right on the controls of a generator and can get into action in less than a tenth of a second! Hang on, gang, I"m going to step on the gas!"
After making sure that everyone was fastened immovably in their seats he strapped himself in the pilot"s seat, then set the bar toward the strange vessel and applied fully one-third of its full power. The _Skylark_, of course, did not move. Then, with bewildering rapidity, he went into action; face glued to the visiplate, hands moving faster than the eye could follow--the left closing and opening the switch controlling the zone of force, the right swinging the steering controls to all points of the sphere. The mighty vessel staggered this way and that, jerking and straining terribly as the zone was thrown on and off, lurching sickeningly about the central bearing as the gigantic power of the driving bar was exerted, now in one direction, now in another. After a second or two of this mad gyration, Seaton shut off the power. He then released the zone, after a.s.suring himself that both inner and outer screens were operating at the highest possible rating.
"There, that"ll hold "em for a while, I guess. This battle was even shorter than the other one--and a lot more decisive. Let"s turn on the flood-lights and see what the pieces look like."
The lights revealed that the zone of force had indeed sliced the enemy vessel into pieces. No fragment was large enough to be navigable or dangerous and each was sharply cut, as though sheared from its neighbor by some gigantic curved blade. Dorothy sobbed with relief in Seaton"s arms as Crane, with one arm around his wife, grasped his hand.
"That was flawless, d.i.c.k. As an exhibition of perfect co-ordination and instantaneous timing under extreme physical difficulties, I have never seen its equal."
"You certainly saved all our lives," Margaret added.
"Only fifty-fifty, Peg," Seaton protested, and blushed vividly. "Mart did most of it, you know. I"d have gummed up everything back there if he had let me. Let"s see what we can find out about them."
He touched the lever and the _Skylark_ moved slowly toward the wreckage, the scattered fragments of which were beginning to move toward and around each other because of their mutual gravitational forces. Snapping on a searchlight, he swung its beam around, and as it settled upon one of the larger sections he saw a group of hooded figures; some of them upon the metal, others floating slowly toward it through s.p.a.ce.
"Poor devils--they didn"t have a chance," he remarked regretfully.
"However, it was either they or we--look out! Sweet spirits of niter!"
He leaped back to the controls and the others were hurled bodily to the floor as he applied the power--for at a signal each of the hooded figures had leveled a tube and once more the outer screen had flamed into incandescence.
As the _Skylark_ leaped away, Seaton focussed an attractor upon the one who had apparently signaled the attack. Rolling the vessel over in a short loop, so that the captive was hurled off into s.p.a.ce upon the other side, he s.n.a.t.c.hed the tube from the figure"s grasp with one auxiliary attractor, and anch.o.r.ed head and limbs with others, so that the prisoner could scarcely move a muscle. Then, while Crane and the women scrambled up off the floor and hurried to the visiplates, Seaton cut in rays six, two-seven, and five-eight. Ray six, "the softener," was a band of frequencies extending from violet far up into the ultra-violet. When driven with sufficient power, this ray destroyed eyesight and nervous tissue, and its power increased still further, actually loosened the molecular structure of matter. Ray two-seven was operated in a range of frequencies far below the visible red. It was pure heat--under its action matter became hotter and hotter as long as it was applied, the upper limit being only the theoretical maximum of temperature. Ray five-eight was high-tension, high-frequency alternating current. Any conductor in its path behaved precisely as it would in the Ajax-Northrup induction furnace, which can boil platinum in ten seconds! These three rays composed the beam which Seaton directed upon the ma.s.s of metal from which the enemy had elected to continue the battle--and behind each ray, instead of the small energy at the command of its Osnomian inventor, were the untold millions of kilowatts developed by a one-hundred-pound bar of disintegrating copper!
There ensued a brief but appalling demonstration of the terrible effectiveness of those Osnomian weapons against anything not protected by ultra-powered ray screens. Metal and men--if men they were--literally vanished. One moment they were outlined starkly in the beam; there was a moment of searing, coruscating, blinding light--the next moment the beam bored on into the void, unimpeded. Nothing was visible save an occasional tiny flash, as some condensed or solidified droplet of the volatilized metal re-entered the path of that ravening beam.
"We"ll see if there"s any more of them loose," Seaton remarked, as he shut off the force and probed into the wreckage with a searchlight.