It must, he supposed, be the gulf of Honduras.
He turned west. Within five minutes he had raised a stormlashed coast, and then - miracle of all miracles! - a town! And a landing field, He pancaked over it, let his vanes idle, and dropped as vertically as he could in that volley of gusty winds.
It was Belize in British Honduras. He recognized the port even before the attendants had reached him.
"A Yankee!" yelled the first. "Ain"t that Yankee luck for you!"
Ted grinned. "I needed it. What happened?"
"The roof over this part of h.e.l.l blew off. That"s all."
"Yeah. I saw that much. I was over it."
"Then you know more"n any of us. Radio"s dead and there ain"t no bloomin" telegraph at all."
It began to rain suddenly, a fierce, pattering rain with drops as big as marbles. The men broke for the shelter of a hangar, where Ted"s information, meager as it was, was avidly seized upon, for sensational news is rare below the Tropic of Cancer. But none of them yet realized just how sensational it was.
It was three days before Ted, and the rest of the world as well, began to understand in part what had happened. This was after hours of effort at Belize had finally raised Havana on the beam, and Ted had reported through to old Asa Gaunt, his chief at Washington. He had been agreeably surprised by the promptness of the reply ordering him instantly to the Capital; that meant a taste of the pleasant life that Washington reserved for young departmentals, and most of all, it meant a glimpse of Kay Lovell after two months of letter-writing. So he had flown the solquist gayly across Yucatan Channel, left it at Havana, and was now comfortably settled in a huge Caribbean plane bound for Washington, boring steadily north through a queerly misty mid-October morning.
At the moment, however, his thoughts were not of Kay. He was reading a grim newspaper account of the catastrophe, and wondering what thousand-to-one shot had brought him unscathed through the very midst of it. For the disaster overshadowed into insignificance such little disturbances as the Yellow River flood in China, the eruption of Krakatoa, the holocaust of Mount Pelee, or even the great j.a.panese earthquake of 1923, or any other terrible visitation ever inflicted on a civilized race.For the Ring of Fire, that vast volcanic circle that surrounds the Pacific Ocean, perhaps the last unhealed scars of the birththroes of the Moon, had burst into flame. Aniakchak in Alaska had blown its top away, Fujiyama had vomited lava, on the Atlantic side La Soufriere and the terrible Pelee had awakened again.
But these were minor. It was at the two volcanic foci, in Java and Central America, that the fire-mountains had really shown their powers. What had happened in Java was still a mystery, but on the Isthmus - that was already too plain. From Mosquito Bay to the Rio Coco, there was - ocean! Half of Panama, seven-eighths of Nicaragua - and as for Costa Rica, that country was as if it had never been.
The Ca.n.a.l was a wreck, but Ted grinned a wry grin at the thought that it was now as unnecessary as a pyramid. North and South America had been cut adrift, and the Isthmus, the land that had once known Atlantis, had gone to join it.
In Washington Ted reported at once to Asa Gaunt. That dry Texan questioned him closely concerning his experience, grunted disgustedly at the paucity of information, and then ordered him tersely to attend a meeting at his office in the evening. There remained a full afternoon to devote to Kay, and Ted lost little time in so devoting it.
He didn"t see her alone. Washington, like the rest of the world, was full of excitement because of the earthquake, but in Washington more than elsewhere the talk was less of the million and a half deaths and more largely of the other consequences. After all, the bulk of the deaths had been among the natives, and it was a sort of remote tragedy, like the perishing of so many Chinese. It affected only those who had friends or relatives in the stricken region, and these were few in number.
But at Kay"s home Ted encountered an excited group arguing physical results. Obviously, the removal of the bottleneck of the Ca.n.a.l strengthened the naval power of the United States enormously.
No need now to guard the vulnerable Ca.n.a.l so intensively. The whole fleet could stream abreast through the four hundred mile gap left by the subsidence. Of course the country would lose the revenues of the toll-charges, but that was balanced by the cessation of the expense of fortifying and guarding.
Ted fumed until he managed a few moments of greeting with Kay alone. Once that was concluded to his satisfaction, he joined the discussion as eagerly as the rest. But no one even considered the one factor in the whole catastrophe that could change the entire history of the world.
At the evening meeting Ted stared around him in surprise. He recognized all those present, but the reasons for their presence were obscure. Of course there was Asa Gaunt, head of the Geological Survey, and of course there was Golsborough, Secretary of the Interior, because the Survey was one of his departments. But what was Maxwell, joint Secretary of War and the Navy, doing there? And why was silent John Parish, Secretary of State, frowning down at his shoes in the corner?
Asa Gaunt cleared his throat and began. "Do any of you like eels?" he asked soberly.
There was a murmur. "Why, I do," said Golsborough, who had once been Consul at Venice. "What about it?"
"This - that you"d better buy some and eat "em tomorrow. There won"t be any more eels."
"No more eels?"
"No more eels. You see, eels breed in the Sarga.s.so Sea, and there won"t be any Sarga.s.so Sea."
"What is this?" growled Maxwell. "I"m a busy man. No more Sarga.s.so Sea, huh!"
"You"re likely to be busier soon," said Asa Gaunt dryly. He frowned. "Let me ask one other question.
Does anyone here know what spot on the American continent is opposite London, England?"
Golsborough shifted impatiently, "I don"t see the trend of this, Asa," he grunted, "but my guess is that New York City and London are nearly in the same lat.i.tude. Or maybe New York"s a little to the north, since I know its climate is somewhat colder."
"Hah!" said Asa Gaunt. "Any disagreement?"
There was none. "Well," said the head of the Survey, "you"re all wrong, then. London is about one thousand miles north of New York. It"s in the lat.i.tude of southern Labrador!"
"Labrador! That"s practically the Arctic!"Asa Gaunt pulled down a large map on the wall behind him, a Mercator projection of the world.
"Look at it," he said. "New York"s in the lat.i.tude of Rome, Italy. Washington"s opposite Naples.
Norfolk"s level with Tunis in Africa, and Jacksonville with the Sahara Desert. And gentlemen, these facts lead to the conclusion that next summer is going to see the wildest war in the history of the world!"
Even Ted, who knew his superior well enough to swear to his sanity, could not resist a glance at the faces of the others, and met their eyes with full understanding of the suspicion in them.
Maxwell cleared his throat. "Of course, of course," he said gruffly. "So there"ll be a war and no more eels. That"s very easy to follow, but I believe I"ll ask you gentlemen to excuse me. You see, I don"t care for eels."
"Just a moment more," said Asa Gaunt. He began to speak, and little by little a grim understanding dawned on the four he faced.
Ted remained after the appalled and sobered group had departed. His mind was too chaotic as yet for other occupations, and it was already too late in the evening to find Kay, even had he dared with these Oppressive revelations weighing on him.
"Are you sure?" he asked nervously. "Are you quite certain?
"Well, let"s go over it again," grunted Asa Gaunt, turning to the map. He swept his hand over the white lines drawn in the Pacific Ocean. "Look here. This is the Equatorial Counter Current, sweeping cast to wash the sh.o.r.es of Guatemala, Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama."
"I know. I"ve flown over every square mile of that coast."
"Uh." The older man turned to the blue-mapped expanse of the Atlantic. "And here," he resumed, "is the North Equatorial Drift, coming west out of the Atlantic to sweep around Cuba into the Gulf, and to emerge as - the Gulf Stream. It flows at an average speed of three knots per hour, is sixty miles broad, a hundred fathoms deep, and possesses, to start with, an average temperature of 50 degrees. And here it meets the Labrador Current and turns east to carry warmth to all of Western Europe. That"s why England is habitable; that"s why southern France is semi-tropical; that"s why men can live even in Norway and Sweden. Look at Scandinavia, Ted; it"s in the lat.i.tude of central Greenland, level with Baffin Bay.
Even Eskimos have difficulty sc.r.a.ping a living on Baffin Island."
"I know," said Ted in a voice like a groan. "But are you certain about - the rest of this?"
"See for yourself," growled Asa Gaunt. "The barrier"s down now. The Equatorial Counter Current, moving two knots per hour, will sweep right over what used to be Central America and strike the North Equatorial Drift just south of Cuba. Do you see what will happen - is happening - to the Gulf Stream?
Instead of moving northeast along the Atlantic coast, it will flow almost due east, across what used to be the Sarga.s.so Sea. Instead of bathing the sh.o.r.es of Northern Europe, it will strike the Spanish peninsula, just as the current, called the West Wind Drift does now, and instead of veering north it will turn south, along the coast of Africa. At three knots an hour it will take less than three months for the Gulf Stream to deliver its last gallon of warm water to Europe. That brings us to January - and after January, what?"
Ted said nothing.
"Now," resumed Asa Gaunt grimly, "the part of Europe occupied by countries dependent on the Gulf Stream consists of Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, the British Isles, the Netherlands, Belgium, France, and to a lesser extent, several others. Before six months have pa.s.sed, Ted, you"re going to see a realignment of Europe. The Gulf Stream countries are going to be driven together; Germany and France are suddenly going to become bosom friends, and France and Russia, friendly as they are today, are going to be bitter enemies. Do you see why?"
"N - no."
"Because the countries I"ve named now support over two hundred million inhabitants. Two hundred million, Ted! And without the Gulf Stream, when England and Germany have the climate of Labrador, and France of Newfoundland, and Scandinavia of Baffin Land - how many people can those regions support then? Three or four million, perhaps, and that with difficulty. Where will the others go?"
"Where?"
"I can tell you where they"ll try to go. England will try to unload its surplus population on its colonies.India"s hopelessly overcrowded, but South Africa, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand can absorb some. About twenty-five of its fifty millions, I should estimate, because Canada"s a northern country and Australia desert in a vast part of it. France has Northern Africa, already nearly as populous as it can be.
The others - well, you guess, Ted."
"I will. Siberia, South America, and - the United States!"
"A good guess. That"s why Russia and France will no longer be the best of friends. South America is a skeleton continent, a sh.e.l.l. The interior is unfit for white men, and so - it leaves Siberia and North America. What a war"s in the making!"
"It"s almost unbelievable!" muttered Ted. "Just when the world seemed to be settling down, too."
"Oh, it"s happened before," observed Asa Gaunt. "This isn"t the only climatic change that brought on war. It was decreasing rainfall in central Asia that sent the Huns scouring Europe, and probably the Goths and Vandals as well. But it"s never happened to two hundred million civilized people before!" He paused.
"The newspapers are all shrieking about the million and a half deaths in Central America. By this time next year they"ll have forgotten that a million and a half deaths ever rated a headline!"
"But good Lord!" Ted burst out. "Isn"t there anything to be done about it?"
"Sure, sure," said Asa Gaunt. "Go find a nice tame earthquake that will raise back the forty thousand square miles the last one sunk. That"s all you have to do, and if you can"t do that, Maxwell"s suggestion is the next best: build submarines and submarines. They can"t invade a country if they can"t get to it."
Asa Gaunt was beyond doubt the first man in the world to realize the full implications of the Central American disaster, but he was not very much ahead of the brilliant Sir Phineas Grey of the Royal Society.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on which sh.o.r.e of the Atlantic you call home), Sir Phineas was known to the world of journalism as somewhat of a sensationalist, and his warning was treated by the English and Continental newspapers as on a par with those recurrent predictions of the end of the world.
Parliament noticed the warning just once, when Lord Rathmere rose in the Upper House to complain of the unseasonably warm weather and to suggest dryly that the Gulf Stream be turned off a month early this year. But now and again some oceanographer made the inside pages by agreeing with Sir Phineas.
So Christmas approached very quietly, and Ted, happy enough to be stationed in Washington, spent his days in routine topographical work in the office and his evenings, as many as she permitted, with Kay Lovell. And she did permit an increasing number, so that the round of gaiety during the holidays found them on the verge of engagement. They were engaged so far as the two of them were concerned, and only awaited a propitious moment to inform Sir Joshua, whose approval Kay felt, with true English conservatism, was a necessity.
Ted worried often enough about the dark picture Asa Gaunt had drawn, but an oath of secrecy kept him from ever mentioning it to Kay. Once, when she had casually brought up the subject of Sir Phineas Grey and his warning, Ted had stammered some inanity and hastily switched the subject. But with the turn of the year and January, things began to change.
It was on the fourteenth that the first taste of cold struck Europe. London shivered for twenty-four hours in the unheard-of temperature of twenty below zero, and Paris argued and gesticulated about its grands froids. Then the high pressure area moved eastward and normal temperatures returned.
But not for long. On the twenty-first another zone of frigid temperature came drifting in on the Westerlies, and the English and Continental papers, carefully filed at the Congressional Library, began to betray a note of panic. Ted read the editorial comments avidly: of course Sir Phineas Grey was crazy; of course he was - but just suppose he were right. Just suppose he were. Wasn"t it unthinkable that the safety and majesty of Germany (or France or England or Belgium, depending on the particular capital whence the paper came) was subject to the disturbances of a little strip of land seven thousand miles away? Germany (or France, et al) must control its own destiny.
With the third wave of Arctic cold, the tone became openly fearful. Perhaps Sir Phineas was right.
What then? What was to be done? There were rumblings and mutterings in Paris and Berlin, and even staid Oslo witnessed a riot, and conservative London as well. Ted began to realize that Asa Gaunt"s predictions were founded on keen judgment; the German government made an openly friendly gesturetoward France in a delicate border matter, and France reciprocated with an equally indulgent note.
Russia protested and was politely ignored; Europe was definitely realigning itself, and in desperate haste.
But America, save for a hara.s.sed group in Washington, had only casual interest in the matter. When reports of suffering among the poor began to come during the first week in February, a drive was launched to provide relief funds, but it met with only nominal success. People just weren"t interested; a cold winter lacked the dramatic power of a flood, a fire, or an earthquake. But the papers reported in increasing anxiety that the immigration quotas, unapproached for a half a dozen years, were full again; there was the beginning of an exodus from the Gulf Stream countries.
By the second week in February stark panic had gripped Europe, and echoes of it began to penetrate even self-sufficient America. The realignment of the Powers was definite and open now, and Spain, Italy, the Balkans, and Russia found themselves herded together, facing an ominous thunderhead on the north and west. Russia instantly forgot her longstanding quarrel with j.a.pan, and j.a.pan, oddly, was willing enough to forget her own grievances. There was a strange shifting of sympathies; the nations which possessed large and thinly populated areas - Russia, the United States, Mexico, and all of South America - were glaring back at a frantic Europe that awaited only the release of summer to launch a greater invasion than any history had recorded. Attila and his horde of Huns - the Mongol waves that beat down on China - even the vast movements of the white race into North and South America - all these were but minor migrations to that which threatened now. Two hundred million people, backed by colossal fighting power, glaring panic-stricken at the empty places of the world. No one knew where the thunderbolt would strike first, but that it would strike was beyond doubt.
While Europe shivered in the grip of an incredible winter, Ted shivered at the thought of certain personal problems of his own. The frantic world found an echo in his own situation, for here was he, America in miniature, and there was Kay Lovell, a small edition of Britannia. Their sympathies clashed like those of their respective nations.
The time for secrecy was over. Ted faced Kay before the fireplace in her home and stared from her face to the cheery fire, whose brightness merely accentuated his gloom.
"Yeah," he admitted. "I knew about it. I"ve known it since a couple of days after the Isthmus earthquake."
"Then why didn"t you tell me? You should have."
"Couldn"t. I swore not to tell."
"It isn"t fair!" blazed Kay. "Why should it fall on England? I tell you it sickens me even to think of Merccroft standing there in snow, like some old Norse tower. It was born in Warwickshire, Ted, and so was my father, and his father, and his, and all of us back to the time of William the Conqueror. Do you think it"s a pleasant thing to think of my mother"s rose garden as barren as - as a tundra?"
"I"m sorry," said Ted gently, "but what can I - or anyone - do about it? I"m just glad you"re here on this side of the Atlantic, where you"re safe."
"Safe!" she flashed. "Yes, I"m safe, but what about my people? I"m safe because I"m in America, the lucky country, the chosen land! Why did this have to happen to England? The Gulf Stream washes your sh.o.r.es too. Why aren"t Americans shivering and freezing and frightened and hopeless, instead of being warm and comfortable and indifferent? Is that fair?"
"The Gulf Stream," he explained miserably, "doesn"t affect our climate so definitely because in the first place we"re much farther south than Europe and in the second place our prevailing winds are from the west, just as England"s. But our winds blow from the land to the Gulf Stream, and England"s from the Gulf Stream to the land."
"But it"s not fair! It"s not fair!"
"Can I help it, Kay?"
"Oh, I suppose not," she agreed in suddenly weary tones, and then, with a resurgence of anger, "But you people can do something about it! Look here! Listen to this!"
She spied a week-old copy of the London Times, fingered rapidly through it, and turned on Ted.
"Listen - just listen! "And in the name of humanity it is not asking too much to insist that our sister nationopen her gates to us. Let us settle the vast areas where now only Indian tribes hunt and buffalo range.
We would not be the, only ones to gain by such a settlement, for we would bring to the new country a sane, industrious, law-abiding citizenry, no harborers of highwaymen and gangsters - a point well worth considering. We would bring a great new purchasing public for American manufacturers, carrying with us all our portable wealth. And finally, we would provide a host of eager defenders in the war for territory, a war that now seems inevitable. Our language is one with theirs; surely this is the logical solution, especially when one remembers that the state of Texas alone contains land enough to supply two acres to every man, woman, and child on earth!" She paused and stared defiantly at Ted. "Well?"
He snorted. "Indians and buffalo!" he snapped. "Have you seen either one in the United States?"
"No, but-"
"And as for Texas, sure there"s enough land there for two acres to everybody in the world, but why didn"t your editor mention that two acres won"t even support a cow over much of it? The Llano Estacado"s nothing but an alkali desert, and there"s a scarcity of water in lots of the rest of it. On that argument, you ought to move to Greenland; I"ll bet there"s land enough there for six acres per person!"
"That may be true, but-"
"And as for a great new purchasing public, your portable wealth is gold and paper money, isn"t it?
The gold"s all right, but what good is a pound if there"s no British credit to back it? Your great new public would simply swell the ranks of the unemployed until American industry could absorb them, which might take years! And meanwhile wages would go down to nothing because of an enormous surplus of labor, and food and rent would go skyhigh because of millions of extra stomachs to feed and bodies to shelter."
"All right!" said Kay bleakly. "Argue all you wish. I"ll even concede that your arguments are right, but there"s one thing I know is wrong, and that"s leaving fifty million English people to starve and freeze and suffer in a country that"s been moved, as far as climate goes, to the North Pole. Why, you even get excited over a newspaper story about one poor family in an unheated hovel! Then what about a whole nation whose furnace has gone out?"
"What," countered Ted grimly, "about the seven or eight other nations whose furnaces have also gone out?"