"But what about that dance? How"d you manage to get here, a thousand miles from Junopolis?"
"Well," she said slowly. "It was terribly tiresome in Juno-polis. No shows, no sport, nothing but an occasional dance. I got restless. When there were dances in Herapolis, I formed the habit of flying over there. It"s only four or five hours in a. fast plane, you know. And last week-or whatever it was-I"d planned on flying down, and Harvey-that"s father"s secre-tary-was to take me. But at the last minute father needed him and forbade my flying alone."
Grant felt a strong dislike for Harvey. "Well?" he asked. "So I flew alone," she finished demurely.
"And cracked up, eh?"
"I can fly as well as anybody," she retorted. "It was just that I followed a different route, and suddenly there were mountains ahead."
He nodded. "The Idiots" Hills," he said. "My supply plane detours five hundred miles to avoid them.
They"re not high, but they stick right out above the atmosphere of this crazy planet. The air here is dense but shallow."
"I know that. I knew I couldn"t fly above them, but I thought I could hurdle them. Work up full speed, you know, and then throw the plane upward. I had a closed plane, and gravitation is so weak here. And besides, I"ve seen it done sevefal times, especially with a rocket-driven draft. The jets help to support the plane even after the wings are useless for lack of air."
"What a d.a.m.n fool stunt!" exclaimed Grant. "Sure it can be done, but you have to be an expert to pull out of it when you hit the air on the other side. You hit fast, and there isn"t much falling room."
"So I found out," said Lee ruefully, "I almost pulled out, but not quite, and I hit in the middle of some stinging palms. I guess the crash dazed them, because I managed to get out before they started lashing around. But I couldn"t reach my plane again, and it was-I only remember two days of it-but it was horrible!"
"It must have been," he said gently.
"I knew that if I didn"t eat or drink, I had a chance of avoiding white fever. The not eating wasn"t so bad, but the not drinking-well, I finally gave up and drank out of a brook. I didn"t care what happened if I could have a few moments that weren"t thirst-tortured. And after that it"s all confused and vague.""You should have chewed ferva leaves."
"I didn"t know that. I wouldn"t have even known what they looked like, and besides, I kept expecting father to appear. He must be having a search made by now."
"He probably is," rejoined Grant ironically. "Has it occurred to you that there are thirteen million square miles of surface on little Io? And that for all he knows, you might have crashed on any square mile of it? When you"re flying from north pole to south pole, there isn"t any shortest route. You can cross any point on the planet."
Her gray eyes started wide. "But I "
"Furthermore," Grant said, "this is probably the last place a searching party would look. They wouldn"t think any one but a loony would try to hurdle Idiot"s Hills, in which thesis I quite agree. So it looks very much, Lee Neilan, as if you"re marooned here until my supply plane gets here next month!"
"But father will be crazy! He"ll think I"m dead!" "He thinks that now, no doubt."
"But we can"t-" She broke off, staring around the tiny shack"s single room. After a moment she sighed resignedly, smiled, and said softly, "Well, it might have been worse, Grant. I"ll try to earn my keep."
"Good. How do you feel, Lee?"
"Quite normal. I"ll start right to work." She flung off the tattered blanket, sat up, and dropped her feet to the floor. "I"ll fix dinn-Good night! My dress!" She s.n.a.t.c.hed the blanket about her again.
He grinned. "We had a little run-in with the slinkers after you had pa.s.sed out. They did for my spare wardrobe too." "It"s ruined!" she wailed.
"Would needle and thread help? They left that, at least, because it was in the table drawer."
"Why, I couldn"t make a good swimming suit out of this!" she retorted. "Let me try one of yours."
By dint of cutting, patching, and mending, she at last managed to piece one of Grant"s suits to respectable propor-tions. She looked very lovely in shirt and trousers, but he was troubled to note that a sudden pallor had overtaken her.
It was the riblancha, the second spell of fever that usually followed a severe or prolonged attack. His face was serious as he cupped two of his last four ferverin tablets in his hand.
"Take these," he ordered. "And we"ve got to get some ferva leaves somewhere. The plane took my supply away last week, and I"ve had bad luck with my loonies ever since. They haven"t brought me anything but weeds and rubbish."
Lee puckered her lips at the bitterness of the drug, then closed her eyes against its momentary dizziness and nausea. "Where can you find ferva?" she asked.
He shook his head perplexedly, glancing out at the setting ma.s.s of Jupiter, with its bands glowing creamy and brown, and the Red Spot boiling near the western edge. Close above it was the brilliant little disk of Europa. He frowned suddenly, glanced at his watch and then at the almanac on the inside of the cabinet door.
"It"ll be Europa light in fifteen minutes," he muttered, "and true night in twenty-five--the first true night in half a month. I wonder-"
He gazed thoughtfully at Lee"s face. He knew where ferva grew. One dared not penetrate the jungle itself, where stinging palms and arrow vines and the deadly worms called toothers made such a venture sheer suicide for any creatures but loon-ies and stinkers. But he knew where ferva grew Ia Io"s rare true night even the clearing might be dangerous. Not merely from slinkers, either; he knew well enough that in the darkness creatures crept out of the jungle who otherwise remained in the eternal shadows of its depths-toothers, bul-let-head frogs, and doubtless many unknown slimy, venomous, mysterious beings never seen by man. One heard stories in Herapolis and But he had to get ferva, and he knew where it grew. Not even a loony would try to gather it there, but in the little gar-dens or farms around the tiny slinker towns, there was ferva growing.
He switched on a light in the gathering dusk. "I"m going outside a moment," he told Lee Neilan. "If the blancha starts coming back, take the other two tablets. Wouldn"t hurt you to take "em anyway. The slinkers got away with my thermome-ter, but if you get dizzy again, you take "em.""Grant! Where-"
"I"ll be back," he called, closing the door behind him.
A loony, purple in the bluish Europa light, bobbed up with a long giggle. He waved the creature aside and set off on a cautious approach to the neighborhood of the slinker village -the old one, for the other could hardly have had time to cultivate its surrounding ground. He crept warily through the bleeding-gra.s.s, but he knew his stealth was pure optimism. He was in exactly the position of a hundred-foot giant trying to approach a human city in secrecy-a difficult matter even in the utter darkness of night.
He reached the edge of the slinker clearing. Behind him, Europa, moving as fast as the second hand on his watch, plummeted toward the horizon. He paused in momentary surprise at the sight of the exquisite little town, a hundred feet away across the tiny square fields, with lights flickering in its hand-wide windows. He had not known that slinker culture included the use of lights, but there they were, tiny candles or perhaps diminutive oil lamps.
He blinked in the darkness. The second of the ten-foot fields looked like-it was ferva. He stooped low, crept out, and reached his hand for the fleshy, white leaves. And at thatmoment came a shrill giggle and the crackle of gra.s.s behind him. The loony! The idiotic purple loony!
Squeaking shrieks sounded. He s.n.a.t.c.hed a double handful of ferva, rose, and dashed toward the lighted window of his shack. He had no wish to face poisoned barbs or disease-bear-ing teeth, and the slinkers were certainly aroused. Their gib-bering sounded in chorus; the ground looked black with them.
He reached the shack, burst in, slammed and latched the door. "Got it!" He grinned. "Let "em rave outside now."
They were raving. Their gibberish sounded like the creak-ing of worn machinery. Even Oliver opened his drowsy eyes to listen. "It must be the fever," observed the parcat placidly.
Lee was certainly no paler; the riblancha was pa.s.sing safely. "Ugh!" she said, listening to the tumult without. "I"ve always hated rats, but slinkers are worse. All the shrewdness and vi-ciousness of rats plus the intelligence of devils."
"Well," said Grant thoughtfully, "I don"t see what they can do. They"ve had it in for me anyway."
"It sounds as if they"re going off," said the girl, listening. "The noise is fading."
Grant peered out of the window. "They"re still around. They"ve just pa.s.sed from swearing to planning, and I wish I knew what. Some day, if this crazy little planet ever becomes worth human occupation, there"s going to be a showdown be-tween humans and slinkers."
"Well? They"re not civilized enough to be really a serious obstacle, and they"re so small, besides."
"But they learn," he said. "They learn so quickly, and they breed like flies. Suppose they pick up the use of gas, or sup-pose they develop little rifles for their poisonous darts. That"s possible, because they work in metals right now, and they know fire. That would put them practically on a par with man as far as offense goes, for what good are our giant cannons and rocket planes against six-inch slinkers? And to be just on even terms would be fatal; one slinker for one man would be a h.e.l.l of a trade."
Lee yawned. "Well, it"s not our problem. I"m hungry, Grant."
"Good. That"s a sign the blanchds through with you. We"ll eat and then sleep a while, for there"s five hours of darkness." "But the slinkers?"
"I don"t see what they can do. They couldn"t cut through stone-bark walls in five hours, and anyway, Oliver would warn us if one managed to slip in somewhere."
It was light when Grant awoke, and he stretched his cramped limbs painfully across his two chairs.
Something had wakened him, but he didn"t know just what. Oliver was pac-ing nervously beside him, and now looked anxiously up at him.
"I"ve had bad luck with my loonies," announced the parcat plaintively. "You"re a nice kitty."
"So are you," said Grant. Something had wakened him, but what?
Then he knew, for it came again-the merest trembling of the stone-bark floor. He frowned in puzzlement. Earthquakes? Not on Io, for the tiny sphere had lost its internal heat untold ages ago. Then what?Comprehension dawned suddenly. He sprang to his feet with so wild a yell that Oliver scrambled sideways with an in-fernal babble. The startled parcat leaped to the stove and van-ished up the flue. His squall drifted faintly back.
"It must be the fever!"
Lee had started to a sitting position on the bunk, her gray eyes blinking sleepily.
"Outside!" he roared, pulling her to her feet. "Get out! Quickly!"
"Wh-what-why-"
"Get out!" He thrust her through the door, then spun to seize his belt and weapons, the bag of ferva leaves, a package of chocolate. The floor trembled again, and he burst out of the door with a frantic leap to the side of the dazed girl.
"They"ve undermined it!" he choked. "The devils under-mined the-"
He had no time to say more. A corner of the shack sud-denly subsided; the stone-bark logs grated, and the whole structure collapsed like a child"s house of blocks. The crash died into silence, and there was no motion save a lazy wisp of vapor, a few black, ratlike forms scurrying toward the gra.s.s, and a purple loony bobbing beyond the ruins.
"The dirty devils!" he swore bitterly. "The d.a.m.n little black rats! The-"
A dart whistled so close that it grazed his ear and then twitched a lock of Lee"s tousled brown hair. A chorus of squeaking sounded in the bleeding-gra.s.s.
"Come on!" he cried. "They"re out to exterminate us this time. No-this way. Toward the hills. There"s less jungle this way."
They could outrun the tiny slinkers easily enough. In a few moments they had lost the sound of squeaking voices, and they stopped to gaze ruefully back on the fallen dwelling. "Now," he said miserably, "we"re both where you were to start with."
"Oh, no." Lee looked up at him. "We"re together now, Grant. I"m not afraid."
"We"ll manage," he said with a show of a.s.surance. "We"ll put up a temporary shack somehow. We"11 ".
A dart struck his boot with a sharp blup. The slinkers had caught up to them.
Again they ran toward Idiots" Hills. When at last they stopped, they could look down a long slope and far over the Ionian jungles. There was the ruined shack, and there, neatly checkered, the fields and towers of the nearer slinker town. But they had scarcely caught their breath when gibbering and squeaking came out of the brush.
They were being driven into Idiots" Hills, a region as un-known to man as the icy wastes of Pluto. It was as if the tiny fiends behind them had determined that this time their enemy, the giant trampler and despoiler of their fields, should be pursued to extinction.
Weapons were useless. Grant could not even glimpse their pursuers, slipping like hooded rats through the vegetation. A bullet, even if chance sped it through a slinker"s body, was fu-tile, and his flame pistol, though its lightning stroke should in-cinerate tons of brush and bleeding-gra.s.s, could no more than cut a narrow path through the horde of tormentors. The only weapons that might have availed, the gas bulbs, were lost in the ruins of the shack.
Grant and Lee were forced upward. They had risen a thou-sand feet above the plain, and the air was thinning. There was no jungle here, but only great stretches of bleeding-gra.s.s, across which a few loonies were visible, bobbing their heads on their long necks.
"Toward-the peaks!" gasped Grant, now painfully short of breath. "Perhaps we can stand rarer air than they."
Lee was beyond answer. She panted doggedly along beside him as they plodded now over patches of bare rock. Before them were two low peaks, like the pillars of a gate. Glancing back, Grant caught a glimpse of tiny black forms on a clear area, and in sheer anger he fired a shot. A single stinker leaped convulsively, its cape flapping, but the rest flowed on. There must have been thousands of them.The peaks were closer, no more than a few hundred yards away. They were sheer, smooth, unscalable.
"Between them," muttered Grant.
The pa.s.sage that separated them was bare and narrow. The twin peaks had been one in ages past; some forgotten volcanic convulsion had split them, leaving this slender canyon be-tween.
He slipped an arm about Lee, whose breath, from effort and alt.i.tude, was a series of rasping gasps. A bright dart tin-kled on the rocks as they reached the opening, but looking back, Grant could see only a purple loony plodding upward, and a few more to his right. They raced down a straight fifty-foot pa.s.sage that debouched suddenly into a sizeable valley-and there, thunderstruck for a moment, they paused.
A city lay there. For a brief instant Grant thought they had burst upon a vast stinker metropolis, but the merest glance showed otherwise. This was no city of medieval blocks, but a poem in marble, cla.s.sical in beauty, and of human or near-human proportions. White columns, glorious arches, pure curving domes, an architectural loveliness that might have been born on the Acropolis. It took a second look to discern that the city was dead, deserted, in ruins.
Even in her exhaustion, Lee felt its beauty. "How-how exquisite!" she panted. "One could almost forgive them-for being-stinkers!"
"They won"t forgive us for being human," he muttered. "We"ll have to make a stand somewhere. We"d better pick a building."
But before they could move more than a few feet from the canyon mouth, a wild disturbance halted them. Grant whirled, and for a moment found himself actually paralyzed by amaze-ment. The narrow canyon was filled with a gibbering horde of stinkers, like a nauseous, heaving black carpet. But they came no further than the valley end, for grinning, giggling, and bobbing, blocking the opening with tramping three-toed feet, were four loonies!
It was a battle. The stinkers were biting and stabbing at themiserable defenders, whose shrill keenings of pain were less giggles than shrieks. But with a determination and purpose utterly foreign to loonies, their clawed feet tramped method-ically up and down, up and down.
Grant exploded, "I"ll be d.a.m.ned!" Then an idea struck him. "Teel They"re packed in the canyon, the whole devil"s brood of "em!"
He rushed toward the opening. He thrust his flame pistol between the skinny legs of a loony, aimed it straight along the canyon, and fired.
Inferno burst. The tiny diamond, giving up all its energy in one terrific blast, shot a jagged stream of fire that filled the canyon from wall to wall and vomited out beyond to cut a fan of fire through the bleeding-gra.s.s of the slope.
Idiots" Hills reverberated to the roar, and when the rain of debris settled, there was nothing in the canyon save a few bits of flesh and the head of an unfortunate loony, still bouncing and rolling.
Three of the loonies survived. A purple-faced one was pull-ing his arm, grinning and giggling in imbecile glee. He waved the thing aside and returned to the girl.
"Thank goodness!" he said. "We"re out of that, anyway." "I wasn"t afraid, Grant. Not with you."
He smiled. "Perhaps we can find a place here," he sug-gested. "The fever ought to be less troublesome at this alti-tude. But-say, this must have been the capital city of the whole stinker race in ancient times. I can scarcely imagine those fiends creating an architecture as beautiful as this-or as large.
Why, these buildings are as colossal in proportion to stinker size as the skysc.r.a.pers of New York to us!"
"But so beautiful," said Lee softly, sweeping her eyes over the glory of the ruins. "One might almost forgive-Grant! Look at those!"
He followed the gesture. On the inner side of the canyon"s portals were gigantic carvings. But the thing that set him star-ing in amazement was the subject of the portrayal. There, towering far up the cliff sides, were the figures, not of stinkers, but of-loonies! Exquisitively carved, smiling rather than grinning, and smiling somehow sadly, regretfully, pityingly-yet beyond doubt, loonies!
"Good night!" he whispered. "Do you see, Lee? This must once have been a loony city. The steps, the doors, the build ings, all are on their scale of size. Somehow, some time, they must have achieved civilization, and theloonies we know are the degenerate residue of a great race."
"And," put in Lee, "the reason those four blocked the way when the slinkers tried to come through is that they still re-member. Or probably they don"t actually remember, but they have a tradition of past glories, or more likely still, just a superst.i.tious feeling that this place is in some way sacred. They let us pa.s.s because, after all, we look more like loonies than like slinkers. But the amazing thing is that they still possess even that dim memory, because this city must have been in ruins for centuries. Or perhaps even for thousands of years."
"But to think that loonies could ever have had the intelli-gence to create a culture of their own," said Grant, waving away the purple one bobbing and giggling at his side. Sud-denly he paused, turning a gaze of new respect on the crea-ture. "This one"s been following me for days. All right, old chap, what is it?"
The purple one extended a sorely bedraggled bundle of bleeding-gra.s.s and twigs, giggling idiotically.
His ridiculous mouth twisted; his eyes popped in an agony of effort at mental concentration.
"Canny!" he giggled triumphantly.
"The imbecile!" flared Grant. "Nitwit! Idiot!" He broke off, then laughed. "Never mind. I guess you deserve it." He tossed his package of chocolate to the three delighted loonies. "Here"s your candy."
A scream from Lee startled him. She was waving her arms wildly, and over the crest of Idiots" Hills a rocket plane roared, circled, and nosed its way into the valley.
The door opened. Oliver stalked gravely out, remarking casually. "I"m real and you"re real." A man followed the parcat-two men.
"Father!" screamed Lee.