Tommy shot down the five men, one after the other, with a curiously detached feeling that their vice-brutalized faces would haunt him forever. Then he stood up.
The flying machine banked, turned, and swept toward him, and a smoking thing dropped toward the earth. It was a gas bomb like those that had wiped out the Ragged Men. It would strike not ten yards away.
"Your mask!" snapped Tommy.
He helped Evelyn adjust it. The billowing white cloud rolled around him. He held his breath, clapped on his mask, exhaled until his lungs ached, and was breathing comfortably. The mask was effective protection. And then he held Evelyn comfortably close.
For what seemed a long, long while they were surrounded by the white mist. The cloud was so dense, indeed, that the light about them faded to a gray twilight. But gradually, bit by bit, the mist grew thinner.
Then it moved aside. It drifted before the wind toward the tree-fern forest and was lost to sight.
The flying machine was circling and soaring silently overhead. As the mist drew aside, the pilot dived down and down. And Tommy emptied his automatic at the glittering thing which drew it. There was a crashing bolt of blue light. The machine canted, spun about with one wing almost vertical, that wing-tip struck the marsh, and it settled with a monstrous splashing of mud. All was still.
Tommy reloaded, watching it keenly.
"The framework isn"t smashed up, anyhow," he observed grimly. "The pilot thinks we"re some of Jacaro"s gang. My guns were proof, to him.
So, since the Ragged Men didn"t get us, he ga.s.sed us." He watched again, his eyes narrow. The pilot was utterly still. "He may be knocked out. I hope so! I"m going to see."
Automatic held ready, Tommy moved toward the crashed machine. It had splashed into the ooze less than a hundred yards away. Tommy moved cautiously. Twenty yards away, the pilot moved feebly. He had knocked his head against some part of his machine. A moment later he opened his eyes and stared about. The next instant he had seen Tommy and moved convulsively. A glittering thing appeared in his hand--and Tommy fired. The glittering thing flew to one side and the pilot clapped his hand to a punctured forearm. He went white, but his jaw set. He stared at Tommy, waiting for death.
"For the love of Pete," said Tommy irritably, "I"m not going to kill you! You tried to kill me, and it was very annoying, but I have some things I want to tell you."
He stopped and felt foolish because his words were, of course, unintelligible. The pilot was staring amazedly at him. Tommy"s tone had been irritated, certainly, but there was neither hatred nor triumph in it. He waved his hand.
"Come on and I"ll bandage you up and see if we can make you understand a few things."
Evelyn came running through the muck.
"He didn"t hurt you, Tommy?" she gasped. "I saw you shoot--"
The pilot fairly jumped. At first glance he had recognized her as a woman. Tommy growled that he"d had to "shoot the d.a.m.n fool through the arm." The pilot spoke, curiously. Evelyn looked at his arm and exclaimed. He was holding it above the wound to stop the bleeding.
Evelyn looked about helplessly for something with which to bandage it.
"Make pads with your handkerchief," grunted Tommy. "Take my tie to hold them in place."
The prisoner looked curiously from one to the other. His color was returning. As Evelyn worked on his arm he seemed to grow excited at some inner thought. He spoke again, and looked at once puzzled and confirmed in some conviction when they were unable to comprehend. When Evelyn finished her first-aid task he smiled suddenly, flashing white teeth at them. He even made a little speech which was humorously apologetic, to judge by its tone. When they turned to go back to their fortress he went with them without a trace of hesitation.
"Now what?" asked Evelyn.
"They"ll be looking for him in a little while," said Tommy curtly. "If we can convince him we"re not enemies, he"ll keep them from giving us more gas."
The pilot was fumbling at a belt about the curious tunic he wore.
Tommy watched him warily. But a pad of what seemed to be black metal came out, with a silvery-white stylus attached to it. The pilot sat down the instant they stopped and began to draw in white lines on the black surface. He drew a picture of a man and an angular flying machine, and then a sketchy, impressionistic outline of a city"s towers. He drew a circle to enclose all three drawings and indicated himself, the machine, and the distant city. Tommy nodded comprehension as the pilot looked up. Then came a picture of a half-naked man shaking his fists at the three encircled sketches. The half-naked man stood beneath a roughly indicated tree-fern.
"Clever," said Tommy, as a larger circle enclosed that with the city and the machine. "He"s identifying himself, and saying the Ragged Men are enemies of himself and his Golden City, too. That much is not hard to get."
He nodded vigorously as the pilot looked up again. And then he watched as a lively, tiny sketch grew on the black slab, showing half a dozen men, garbed almost as Tommy was, using weapons which could only be sub-machine guns and automatic pistols. They were obviously Jacaro"s gangsters. The pilot handed over the plate and watched absorbedly as Tommy fumbled with the stylus. He drew, not well but well enough, an outline of the towers of New York. The difference in architecture was striking. There followed tiny figures of himself and Evelyn--with a drily murmured, "This isn"t a flattering portrait of you, Evelyn!"--and a circle enclosing them with the towers of New York.
The pilot nodded in his turn. And then Tommy encircled the previously drawn figures of the gangsters with New York, just as the Ragged Men had been linked with the other city. And a second circle linked gangsters and Ragged Men together.
"I"m saying," observed Tommy, "that Jacaro and his mob are the Ragged Men of our world, which may not be wrong, at that."
There was no question but that the pilot took his meaning. He grinned in a friendly fashion, and winced as his wounded arm hurt him.
Ruefully, he looked down at his bandage. Then he pressed a tiny stud at the top of the black-metal pad and all the white lines vanished instantly. He drew a new circle, with tree-ferns scattered about its upper third--a tiny sketch of a city"s towers. He pointed to that and to the city visible through the mist--a second city, and a third, in other places. He waved his hand vaguely about, then impatiently scribbled over the middle third of the circle and handed it back to Tommy.
Tommy grinned ruefully.
"A map," he said amusedly. "He"s pointed out his own city and a couple of others, and he wants us to tell him where we come from.
Evelyn--er--how are we going to explain a trip through five dimensions in a sketch?"
Evelyn shook her head. But a shadow pa.s.sed over their heads. The pilot leaped to his feet and shouted. There were three planes soaring above them, and the pilot in the first was in the act of releasing a smoking object over the side. At the grounded pilot"s shout, he flung his ship into a frantic dive, while behind him the smoking thing billowed out a thicker and thicker cloud. His plane was nearly hidden by the vapor when he released it. It fell two hundred yards and more away, and the white mist spread and spread. But it fell short of the little hillock.
"Quick thinking," said Tommy coolly. "He thought we had this man a prisoner, and he"d be better off dead. But--"
Their captive was shouting again. His head thrown back, he called sentence after sentence aloft while the three ships soared back and forth above their heads, soundless as bats. One of the three rose steeply and soared away toward the city. Their captive, grinning, turned and nodded his head satisfiedly. Then he sat down to wait.
Twenty minutes later a monstrous machine with ungainly flapping wings came heavily over the swamp. It checked and settled with a terrific flapping and an even more terrific din. Half a dozen armed men waited warily for the three to approach. The golden weapons lifted alertly as they drew near. The wounded man explained at some length. His explanation was dismissed brusquely. A man advanced and held out his hands for Tommy"s weapons.
"I don"t like it," growled Tommy, "but we"ve got to think of Earth. If you get a chance hide your gun, Evelyn."
He pushed on the safety catches and pa.s.sed over his guns. The pilot he had shot down led them onto the fenced-in deck of the monstrous ornithopter. Machinery roared. The wings began to beat. They were nearly invisible from the speed of their flapping when the ship lifted vertically from the ground. It rose straight up for fifty feet, the motion of the wings changed subtly, and it swept forward.
It swung in a vast half circle and headed back across the marsh for the Golden City. Five minutes of noisy flight during which the machine flapped its way higher and higher above the marsh--which seemed more noisome and horrible still from above--and then the golden towers of the city were below. Strange and tapering and beautiful, they were. No single line was perfectly straight, nor was any form ungraceful. These towers sprang upward in clean-soaring curves toward the sky. Bridges between them were gossamerlike things that seemed lace spun out in metal. And as Tommy looked keenly and saw the jungle crowding close against the city"s metal walls, the flapping of the ornithopter"s wings changed again and it seemed to plunge downward like a stone toward a narrow landing place amid the great city"s towering buildings.
CHAPTER VI
_The Golden City_
The thing that struck Tommy first of all was the scarcity of men in the city, compared to its size. The next thing was the entire absence of women. The roar of machines smote upon his consciousness as a bad third, though they made din enough. Perhaps he ignored the machine noises because the ornithopter on which they had arrived made such a racket itself.
They landed on a paved s.p.a.ce perhaps a hundred yards by two hundred, three sides of which were walled off by soaring towers. The fourth gave off on empty s.p.a.ce, and he realized that he was still at least a hundred feet above the ground. The ornithopter landed with a certain skilful precision and its wings ceased to beat. Behind it, the two fixed-wing machines soared down, leveled, hovered, and settled upon amazingly inadequate wheels. Their pilots got out and began to push them toward one side of the landing area. Tommy noticed it, of course.
He was noticing everything, just now. He said amazedly:
"Evelyn! They launch these planes with catapults like those our battleships use! They don"t take off under their own power!"
The six men on the ornithopter put their shoulders to their machine and trundled it out of the way. Tommy blinked at the sight.
"No field attendants!" He gazed out across the open portion of the land area and saw an elevated thoroughfare below. Some sort of vehicle, gleaming like gold, moved swiftly on two wheels. There was a walkway in the center of the street with room for a mult.i.tude. But only two men were in sight upon it. "Lord!" said Tommy. "Where are the people?"