"Can"t wait any longer for him. Must get back to Tarog. You might as well put him out of his misery. By the way, I"m convinced that Murray is double-timing me. But I"ll attend to that personally."
From his post of pain Sime saw the official car leave toward Tarog.
Had he known of Balta"s remark he would not have been puzzled so much by what he saw.
As the ship was about to disappear over the ragged northern horizon, Sime"s bleared eyes saw, or he thought they saw, a human figure silhouetted against the pitiless sky. It was a tiny-seeming figure at that distance, but it was clear-cut in the rare atmosphere. Then it plunged from sight.
"Somebody taken for a ride," he muttered, half grateful for the brief distraction from his own misery.
The medical officer, to whom the long climb was arduous, delayed his mission to the roof, and that was why, several hours later, Sime was still alive to see another ship appear to the north. It was large, sumptuous, evidently a private yacht. Its course would bring it within a mile of the fortress, and with sudden wild hope Sime realized that if he were seen he might expect relief. He began to tug at his bonds.
They were tough, but they would stretch a little. His haphazard movements had already worn them against the rough post, and now he began to struggle violently. If he could only get his hands loose, he could wave....
The thongs cut into his flesh, but his wrists were numb and swollen, and he did not mind the pain. His muscles stood out hard and sharp, and with a supreme effort, aided by the growing brittleness of the rawhide in the dry atmosphere, he snapped his bonds.
The ship was now quite near, and he waved frantically. He fancied he saw movement back of the pilot ports. Faintly he heard the hum of the levitators. Now it turned--no! It yawed, now toward him, now away, purposelessly, like a ship in distress. It made an abrupt downward plunge that sc.r.a.ped a crag, and just missed a canyon wall.
Again it twisted, came down with a long, twisting motion, struck a rock upside down, slitting a long gash in its skin, clattered to the rocks so close to the fortress that Sime could not see it. Now desperation gave the prisoner superhuman strength. Regardless of the pain, he burst the thongs about his ankles, tottered to the edge of the roof.
There was a battle going on below. Men seemed to be running, shouting.
Someone, using a ma.s.sive plate of metal as a partial shield against the neuro-pistols, was creating havoc. Sime tried to focus his giddy eyes on the scene. It seemed always to be turning to the left, to be circling around him. With tottering steps he tried to follow it, keeping to the brink of that lofty tower--uselessly. Now it was rocking, flying straight toward him, and, gratefully, Sime gave up the struggle, closed his eyes.
CHAPTER V
_The Wrath of Tolto_
Tolto awoke from his drugged sleep in the cargo room of a pleasure ship. He was thoroughly trussed up, for Prince Joro"s servants had a wholesome respect for the giant"s strength. Even in his supine position power was evident in every line of his great torso, revealed through great rents in his blouse. His thighs were as big around as an ordinary man"s body, and the smooth pink skin of his mighty arms and shoulders rippled with every movement that brought into play the broad, flat bands of muscle underneath.
A chain of beryllium steel was pa.s.sed around Tolto"s waist, and close in front of him the smooth, shining cuffs of steel around his wrist were locked to the chain. Short lengths of chain led to cargo ringbolts in the floor, holding fast Tolto"s cuffed ankles.
To anyone looking at Tolto, just then, these extreme precautions might have seemed absurd. Prince Joro, however, was a good judge of men. It would have pleased him best if Tolto had been quietly eased from his sleep into death, but he knew that such a murder would have destroyed forever his chances of winning Sira to his plans. He meant to see Tolto safely and demonstrably returned to his home valley, and in order to accomplish this the more surely, he had him loaded aboard his own ship, and instructed his captain to take the little used desert route.
Tolto lifted his hands as far as he could and looked wonderingly at them. His child-like face, with the soft, agate eyes, expressed only bewilderment. He lifted his voice, a powerful ba.s.s.
"Hi, hi! Let Tolto go! The princess may call!"
There was no answer, only the rhythmic hum of the levitators. Again Tolto cried out. But there was no answering sound. The Sun poured in through the ports, and when presently the ship changed its course, the light fell full in his face, almost blinding him. The giant endured this without complaint.
Several hours later, however, his patience snapped, and he roared and bellowed so loudly that a door opened and a frightened face appeared.
Back of it was the chromium glitter of the ship"s galley.
"Be still, big one!" admonished the cook. "The captain is resting. He will have you chained standing if you disturb him with your bellowing."
"I wanted only to know where I am," Tolto replied, subsiding meekly.
"I drank overmuch and some larksters tied me up like this. Release me, so that if the princess calls I may answer."
"The princess will have to call loudly for you to hear," the cook answered jocularly.
"The princess need only whisper for Tolto to hear," the giant boasted, "Come now, shrimp, take these things off!"
"Are you really as dumb as that?" the cook marveled. "Why, sonny boy, the princess couldn"t even hear you! Don"t you know where you"re goin"?"
Vague alarm began to creep over Tolto.
"Where is she?" he asked anxiously. "Isn"t she in this ship? Princess Sira never goes anywhere without Tolto. Ask her. Ask anybody."
"The princess may never go anywhere without you, you head of bone,"
remarked the cook, rather enjoying his own humor, "but _this_ time you"re going somewhere without her."
"You talk funny talk, but I can"t laugh at it. Little bug, tell me now what this is all about, or I will take you between my fingers and squash you!"
The cook"s coral face paled almost to white despite himself.
"Listen, big one," he said placatingly. "Have an orange?"
Tolto refused the gift, although he knew this rare and luscious importation from the Earth and was very fond of it.
"Once more I ask you, bug, where is she?"
"Aw, now, listen!" the cook whined. "Don"t blame me! I"m only a servant around here. How can I help what they do? Don"t glare at me so. Well, she"s at Tarog."
"But why--why does she send me away?"
The cook failed to recognize his opportunity to lie in time.
"Well, the fact is--" he hesitated. "The boss--Prince Joro"s sending you away. You see, she"s going to get hitched up-big important guy.
They didn"t want you around, bustin" up things every time you turn around. So they"re sendin" you back home."
"The princess would not send me home like this," Tolto objected. But he held his peace, and the cook went back to his work, satisfied that he had subdued this dangerous prisoner.
In this he was guilty of no greater error than Prince Joro and the other monarchists. For ages there had been an unfounded opinion that big men are generally slow and stupid. They may often act so, for their great strength serves as a subst.i.tute for the quick wit of smaller men. But in Tolto, at all events, this prejudice was wrong. In Tolto"s bullet head was a healthy, active brain, and a primitive cunning.
So instead of wasting his strength in vain struggles against the tough steel, he rested, marshalling the facts in his mind.
He utterly rejected the thought that Princess Sira had consented to his removal in this manner, or in any manner. That meant that she was being coerced, and Tolto"s eyes grew small and hard at the thought.
Presently he began to test the chains. They were of great hardness and toughness, and so smooth that he could not twist them, for the links slid over one another harmlessly. However, after much quiet effort he found that he could shift his body several inches toward either side of the narrow hold. Here there were a number of locked boxes. One of them, he reasoned, might contain tools.
His closely confined hands were practically useless. He found that he could not reach any of the boxes with his fingers, strain as he might.
But he grinned with hope when his head struck one of the handles. His strong teeth closed down on it.