"You, sir," he spoke to Denham, "you"ll come with me. It"s your right, I suppose. And we"ll go down and get ready."
He led the way steadily toward a door. But he reached up to his collar, once, as if he were choking, and ripped away collar and coat and all, unconscious of the resistance of the cloth.
That night the Golden City made savage preparation for war. Ships were loaded and ranged in order. Crews armed themselves, and helped in the loading and arming of other ships. Oddly enough, it was to Tommy that men came to ask if the directing apparatus for the Death Mist should be carried. The Death Mist could, of course, be used as a gas alone, drifting with the wind, or it could be directed from a distance. This had been done on Earth, with the directional impulses sent blindly down the Tube merely to keep the Mist moving always. The controlling apparatus could be carried in a monster freight plane. Tommy ordered it done. Also he had the captured planes from Rahn refitted for flight by replacing their smashed propelling grids. Fresh crews of men for these ships organized themselves.
When the fleet took off there was only darkness in all the world. The unfamiliar stars above shone bright and very near as Tommy"s ship, leading, winged noiselessly up and down and straight away from the play of prismatic lights above the city. Behind him, silhouetted against that many-colored glow, were the angular shapes of many other noiseless shadows. The ornithopters with their racket would start later, so the planes would be soaring above Rahn before their presence was even suspected. The rest of the fleet flew in darkness.
The flight above the jungle would have been awe-inspiring at another time. There were the stars above, nearer and brighter than those of Earth. There was no Milky Way in the firmament of this universe. The stars were separate and fewer in number. There was no moon. And below there was only utter, unrelieved darkness, from which now and again beast-sounds arose. They were clearly audible on board the silent air fleet. Roarings, bellowings, and hoa.r.s.e screamings. Once the ships pa.s.sed above a tumult as of unthinkable monsters in deadly battle, when for an instant the very clashing of monstrous jaws was audible and a hissing sound which seemed filled with deadly hate.
Then lights--few of them, and dim ones. Then blazing fires--Ragged Men, camped without the walls of Rahn or in some gold-walled courtyard where the jungle thrust greedy, invading green tentacles. The air fleet circled noiselessly in a huge batlike cloud. Then things came racing from the darkness, down below, and there was a tumult and a shouting, and presently the hilarious, insanely gleeful uproar of the Ragged Men. Tommy"s face went gray. These were the escaped prisoners, arrived actually after the air fleet which was to demand the return of their captives.
Tommy wet his lips and spoke grimly to his pilot. There were six men and many Death-Mist bombs in his ship. He was asking if communication could be had with the other ships. It was wise to let Rahn know at once that avengers lurked overhead for the captives just delivered there.
For answer, a green signal-beam shot out. It wavered here and there.
Tommy commanded again. And as the signal-beam flickered, he somehow sensed the obedience of the invisible ships about him. They were sweeping off to right and left. Bombs of the Death Mist were dropping in the darkness. Even in the starlight, Tommy could see great walls of pale vapor building themselves up above the jungle. And a sudden confused noise of yapping defiance and raging hatred came up from the city of Rahn. But before dawn came there was no other sign that their presence was known.
The ornithopters came squeaking and rattling in their heavy flight just as the dull-red sun of this world peered above the horizon. The tree-fern fronds waved languidly in the morning breeze. The walls and towers of Rahn gleamed bright gold, in parts, and in parts they seemed dull and scabrous with some creeping fungus stuff, and on one side of the city the wall was overwhelmed by a triumphant tide of green. There the jungle had crawled over the ramparts and surged into the city.
Three of the towers had their bases in the welter of growing things, and creepers had climbed incredibly and were still climbing to enter and then destroy the man-made structures.
But about the city there now reared a new rampart, rising above the tree-fern tops: there was a wall of the Death Mist encompa.s.sing the city. No living thing could enter or leave the city without pa.s.sing through that cloud. And at Tommy"s order it moved forward to the very encampments of the Ragged Men.
He spoke, beginning his ultimatum. But a movement below checked him.
On a landing stage that was spotted with molds and lichens, women were being herded into clear view. They were the women of the Golden City.
Tommy saw a tiny figure in khaki--Evelyn! Then there was a sudden uproar from an encampment of the Ragged Men. His eyes flicked there, and he saw the Ragged Men running into and out of the tall wall of Death Mist. And they laughed uproariously and ran into and out of the Mist again.
His pilot dived down. The Ragged Men yelled and capered and howled derisively at him. He saw that they removed masklike things from their faces in order to shout, and donned them again before running again into the Mist. At once he understood. The Ragged Men had gas masks!
Then, a sudden cracking noise. Three men had opened fire with rifles from below. Their garments were drab-colored, in contrast to the vivid tints of the clothing of the inhabitants of Rahn. They were Jacaro"s gunmen. And a great freight carrier from Yugna veered suddenly, and a bluish flash burst out before it, and it began to flutter helplessly down into the city beneath.
The weapons of Tommy"s fleet were useless, since the citizens of Rahn were protected by gas masks. And Tommy"s fighting ships were subject to the same rifle fire against their propelling grids that had defeated the fleet from Rahn. The only thing the avenging fleet could now accomplish was the death of the women it could not save.
CHAPTER IX
_War!_
A huge ornithopter came heavily out on the landing stage in the city of Rahn. Its crew took their places. With a creaking and rattling noise it rose toward the invading fleet. From its filigree c.o.c.kpit sides, men waved green branches. A green light wavered from the big plane that carried the bearded Council man and Denham. That plane swept forward and hovered above the ornithopter. The two flying things seemed almost fastened together, so closely did their pilots maintain that same speed and course. A snaky rope went coiling down into the lower ship"s c.o.c.kpit. A burly figure began to climb it hand over hand.
A second figure followed. A third figure, in the drab clothing that distinguished Jacaro"s men from all others, wrapped the rope about himself and was hauled up bodily. And Tommy had seen Jacaro but once, yet he was suddenly grimly convinced that this was Jacaro himself.
The two planes swept apart. The ornithopter descended toward the landing stage of Rahn. The freight plane swept toward the ship that carried Tommy. Again the snaky rope coiled down. And Tommy swung up the fifteen feet that alone separated the two soaring planes, and looked into the hard, amused eyes of Jacaro where he sat between two other emissaries of Rahn. One of them was half naked and savage, with the light of madness in his eyes. A Ragged Man. The other was lean and desperate, despite the colored tunic of a civilized man that he wore.
"h.e.l.lo," said Jacaro blandly. "We come up to talk things over."
Tommy gave him the briefest of nods. He looked at Denham--who was deathly white and grim--and the bearded Councilor.
"I" been givin" "em the dope," said Jacaro easily. "We got the whip hand now. We got gas masks, we got guns just the same as you have, an"
we got the women."
"You haven"t ammunition," said Tommy evenly, "or d.a.m.ned little. Your men brought down one ship, and stopped. If you had enough sh.e.l.ls would you have stopped there?"
Jacaro grinned.
"You got arithmetic, Reames," he conceded. "That"s so. But--I"m sayin"
it again--we got the women. Your girl, for one! Now, how about throwin" in with me, you an" the professor?"
"No," said Tommy.
"In a coupla months, Rahn"ll be runnin" this planet," said Jacaro blandly, "and I"m runnin" Rahn! I didn"t know how easy the racket"d be, or I"d "ve let Yugna alone. I"d "ve come here first. Now get it!
Rahn runnin" the planet, with a couple guys runnin" Rahn an" pa.s.sin"
down through a Tube any little thing we want, like a few million bucks in solid gold. An" Rahn an" the other cities for kinda country homes for us an" our friends. All the women we want, good liquor, an" a swell time!"
"Talk sense," said Tommy, without even contempt in his tone.
Jacaro snarled.
"No sense actin" too big!" But the snarl encouraged Tommy, because it proved Jacaro less confidant than he tried to seem. His next change of tone proved it. "Aw, h.e.l.l!" he said placatingly. "This is what I"m figurin" on. These guys ain"t used to fighting, but they got the stuff. They got gases that are h.e.l.l-roarin". They got ships can beat any we got back home. Figure out the racket. A couple big Tubes, that"ll let a ship--maybe folded--go through. A fleet of "em floatin"
over N"York, loaded with gas--that white stuff y" can steer wherever y" want it. Figure the shake-down. We could pull a hundred million from Chicago! We c"d take over the whole United States! Try that on y"
piano! Me, King Jacaro, King of America!" His dark eyes flashed. "I"ll give y" Canada or Mexico, whichever y" want. Name y" price, guy. A coupla months organizin" here, buildin" a big Tube, then...."
Tommy"s expression did not change.
"If it were that easy," he said drily, "you wouldn"t be bargaining.
I"m not altogether a fool, Jacaro. We want those women back. You want something we"ve got, and you want it badly. Cut out the oratory and tell me the real price for the return of the women, unharmed."
Jacaro burst into a flood of profanity.
"I"d rather Evelyn died from gas," said Tommy, "than as your filthy Ragged Men would kill her. And you know I mean it." He switched to the language of the cities to go on coldly: "If one woman is harmed, Rahn dies. We will shoot down every ship that rises from her stages. We will spray burning thermit through her streets. We will cover her towers with gas until her people starve in the gas masks they"ve made!"
The lean man in the tunic of Rahn snarled bitterly: "What matter? We starve now!"
Tommy turned upon him as Jacaro whirled and cursed him bitterly for the revealing outburst.
"We will ransom the women with food," said Tommy coldly--and then his eyes flamed, "and thrash you afterwards for fools!"