"That takes ten or twenty years. This is an emergency and I"ll be responsible--in writing, if you want."
The biologist was effectively countermanded. Another rabbit-infested Australia or the planet that the snails took over might be in the making, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"I hardly think they"ll be of any use against rats this size," he protested.
"You"ve got hormones. Apply them." The executive turned and began discussing construction with the engineer.
Marin had the dead rats gathered up and placed in the freezer for further study.
After that, he retired to the laboratory and worked out a course of treatment for the domesticated animals that the colonists had brought with them. He gave them the first injections and watched them carefully until they were safely through the initial shock phase of growth. As soon as he saw they were going to survive, he bred them.
Next he turned to the rats. Of note was the wide variation in size.
Internally, the same thing was true. They had the usual organs, but the proportions of each varied greatly, more than is normal. Nor were their teeth uniform. Some carried huge fangs set in delicate jaws; others had tiny teeth that didn"t match the ma.s.sive bone structure. As a species, they were the most scrambled the biologist had ever encountered.
He turned the microscope on their tissues and tabulated the results.
There was less difference here between individual specimens, but it was enough to set him pondering. The reproductive cells were especially baffling.
Late in the day, he felt rather than heard the soundless whoosh of the construction machinery. He looked out of the laboratory and saw smoke rolling upward. As soon as the vegetation was charred, the smoke ceased and heat waves danced into the sky.
They were building on a hill. The little creatures that crept and crawled in the brush attacked in the most vulnerable spot, the food supply. There was no brush, not a blade of gra.s.s, on the hill when the colonists finished.
Terriers. In the past, they were the hunting dogs of the agricultural era. What they lacked in size they made up in ferocity toward rodents.
They had earned their keep originally in granaries and fields, and, for a brief time, they were doing it again on colonial worlds where conditions were repeated.
The dogs the colonists brought had been terriers. They were still as fast, still with the same anti-rodent disposition, but they were no longer small. It had been a difficult job, yet Marin had done it well, for the dogs had lost none of their skill and speed in growing to the size of a great dane.
The rats moved in on the fields of fast crops. Fast crops were made to order for a colonial world. They could be planted, grown, and harvested in a matter of weeks. After four such plantings, the fertility of the soil was destroyed, but that meant nothing in the early years of a colonial planet, for land was plentiful.
The rat tide grew in the fast crops, and the dogs were loosed on the rats. They ranged through the fields, hunting. A rush, a snap of their jaws, the shake of a head, and the rat was tossed aside, its back broken. The dogs went on to the next.
Until they could not see, the dogs prowled and slaughtered. At night they came in b.l.o.o.d.y, most of it not their own, and exhausted. Marin pumped them full of antibiotics, bandaged their wounds, fed them through their veins, and shot them into sleep. In the morning he awakened them with an injection of stimulant and sent them tingling into battle.
It took the rats two days to learn they could not feed during the day.
Not so numerous, they came at night. They climbed on the vines and nibbled the fruit. They gnawed growing grain and ravaged vegetables.
The next day the colonists set up lights. The dogs were with them, discouraging the few rats who were still foolish enough to forage while the sun was overhead.
An hour before dusk, Marin called the dogs in and gave them an enforced rest. He brought them out of it after dark and took them to the fields, staggering. The scent of rats revived them; they were as eager as ever, if not quite so fast.
The rats came from the surrounding meadows, not singly, or in twos and threes, as they had before; this time they came together. Squealing and rustling the gra.s.s, they moved toward the fields. It was dark, and though he could not see them, Marin could hear them. He ordered the great lights turned on in the area of the fields.
The rats stopped under the glare, milling around uneasily. The dogs quivered and whined. Marin held them back. The rats resumed their march, and Marin released the dogs.
The dogs charged in to attack, but didn"t dare brave the main ma.s.s.
They picked off the stragglers and forced the rats into a tighter formation. After that the rats were virtually una.s.sailable.
The colonists could have burned the bunched-up rats with the right equipment, but they didn"t have it and couldn"t get it for years. Even if they"d had it, the use of such equipment would endanger the crops, which they had to save if they could. It was up to the dogs.
The rat formation came to the edge of the fields, and broke. They could face a common enemy and remain united, but in the presence of food, they forgot that unity and scattered--hunger was the great divisor. The dogs leaped joyously in pursuit. They hunted down the starved rodents, one by one, and killed them as they ate.
When daylight came, the rat menace had ended.
The next week the colonists harvested and processed the food for storage and immediately planted another crop.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Marin sat in the lab and tried to a.n.a.lyze the situation. The colony was moving from crisis to crisis, all of them involving food. In itself, each critical situation was minor, but lumped together they could add up to failure. No matter how he looked at it, they just didn"t have the equipment they needed to colonize Glade.
The fault seemed to lie with Biological Survey; they hadn"t reported the presence of pests that were endangering the food supply.
Regardless of what the exec thought about them, Survey knew their business. If they said there were no mice or rats on Glade, then there hadn"t been any--_when the survey was made_.
The question was: when did they come and how did they get here?
Marin sat and stared at the wall, turning over hypotheses in his mind, discarding them when they failed to make sense.
His gaze shifted from the wall to the cage of the omnivores, the squirrel-size forest creature. The most numerous animal on Glade, it was a commonplace sight to the colonists.
And yet it was a remarkable animal, more than he had realized. Plain, insignificant in appearance, it might be the most important of any animal Man had encountered on the many worlds he had settled on. The longer he watched, the more Marin became convinced of it.
He sat silent, observing the creature, not daring to move. He sat until it was dark and the omnivore resumed its normal activity.
_Normal?_ The word didn"t apply on Glade.
The interlude with the omnivore provided him with one answer. He needed another one; he thought he knew what it was, but he had to have more data, additional observations.
He set up his equipment carefully on the fringes of the settlement.
There and in no other place existed the information he wanted.
He spent time in the digger, checking his original investigations. It added up to a complete picture.
When he was certain of his facts, he called on Hafner.
The executive was congenial; it was a reflection of the smoothness with which the objectives of the colony were being achieved.
"Sit down," he said affably. "Smoke?"
The biologist sat down and took a cigarette.
"I thought you"d like to know where the mice came from," he began.
Hafner smiled. "They don"t bother us any more."
"I"ve also determined the origin of the rats."