He walked to her, while she watched him with catlike wariness.
"Hand me that pistol," he ordered.
"Try to take it, you Vogarian ape!"
He moved, and a moment later she was sitting on the ground, her eyes wide with dismayed surprise as he shoved the pistol in his own belt.
"Resisting a Vogarian with a deadly weapon calls for the death penalty," he said. "I suppose you know what I can do?"
She got up, defiance like a blaze about her.
"I"ll tell you what you can do--you can go to h.e.l.l!"
The thought came to him that there might be considerable pleasure in laying her over his knee and raising some blisters where they would do her the most good. He regretfully dismissed the idea as too undignified for even a sub-ensign and asked:
"Who are you, and what are you doing here with that pistol?"
She hesitated, then answered with insolent coolness:
"My name is Barbara Loring. I heard that you Vogarians had demanded that we agree to surrender. I came down from the hills to disagree."
"Is a resistance force meeting here?"
"Do you think you could make me tell you?"
"There are ways--but I"m not here to use them. I am not your enemy."
A little of the hostility faded from her face and she asked, "But how could a Vogarian ever not be our enemy?"
He could find no satisfactory answer to the question.
"I can tell you this," she said. "I know of no resistance organization. I can also tell you that we"re not the race of cowards you think and we"ll fight the instant Father Brenn gives the word."
"For one who speaks respectfully of Brenn," he said, "your recent words and actions weren"t very religious and refined."
Fire flashed in the green eyes again. "Up in the Azure Mountains, where I come from, we"re not very refined and we like being that way!"
"And why do you carry guns?" he asked.
"Because all along our frontier lines are rhino-stags, cliff bears, thunder hawks, and a lot of other overgrown carnivora that don"t like us--that"s why."
"I see." He took the pistol from his belt and held it out to her. "Go back to your mountains, where you belong, before you do something to get yourself executed."
Y"Nor, waiting impatiently in the ship, was grimly pleased by the news of Brenn"s change of att.i.tude.
"Exactly as I predicted, as you no doubt recall. How long until they can have a thousand units of fuel produced?"
"Larue estimated fourteen days at best."
Y"Nor tapped his thick fingers on his desk, scowling thoughtfully. "As little as seven extra days might force Vogar to accept the Alkorian peace terms because of lack of fuel--the natives can work twice as hard as they expected to. Tell old Brenn they will be given exactly seven days from sunrise tomorrow.
"And summon Dalon and Graver. I want them to make use of every man on the ship for a twenty-four hour guard-and-inspection system in the plant. The natives will get no opportunities for stalling or sabotage."
Brenn was writing at his book-laden table when Kane went into his cottage the next morning.
"These are called edicts," Brenn said, after greeting him, "but I possess no law-making powers and they are really only suggestions."
Brenn shoved the paper to one side. The script was somewhat different from that of Vogar.
_The Vogarian inspection and guard system is no more than an expected precaution against sabotage. The Vogarians must be regarded as potential friends who now treat us with suspicion and arrogance only because they do not yet realize the sincerity of our desire to help them to any extent short of surrender--_
Kane looked up from the uncompleted, surprisingly humble, edict and Brenn asked:
"Your commander, sir--he is now pleased with our actions?"
"Not exactly. He will disintegrate a town seven days from sunrise this morning if all the fuel isn"t produced by then."
"_Seven_--only _seven_ days?" There was startled disbelief on Brenn"s face. "But how can he expect us to produce so much fuel in so short a time?"
"I don"t know. I"m sorry--it"s something I would have argued against if I hadn"t had too much sense to try."
"Seven days--" Brenn said again. "We can only pray that G.o.d will let it be time enough."
Kane walked on to the plant. The hilltop where he had met the girl was deserted and he felt a vague disappointment.
The plant was hot without the air-conditioner, especially in the vicinity of the electronic roasters. The girls looked flushed and uncomfortable, but for the redhead who still wore her scanty sunsuit.
The armed Vogarians looked incongruously out of place among the girls and were sweating profusely. Kane made a mental note to have them ordered into tropical uniforms.
He found Dalon prowling like a wolf among his guards.
"It"s inconceivable that these women could ever be a menace," Dalon said, "but I"m taking no chances."
He saw Graver, the cruiser"s Chief Technician; a thin, dry man who seemed to be as emotionless as the machines and electronic circuits that were his life.
"They"re doing everything with astonishing competence," Graver said.
"My technicians are watching like hawks, though."
Larue was not in his office. His secretary, a brown-eyed woman of strikingly intelligent appearance, said, "I"m sorry, sir--Dr. Larue had to go back to town for a few minutes. May I give him your message?"
"No, thanks," he said. "Father Brenn is probably performing that unpleasant ch.o.r.e right now."