We were under sudden bombardment. Fort Wadsworth was firing; puffs showed from several of the warships; and abruptly a group of ghostly monoplanes dove at us like birds. They went through us, emerged and sped away. And in a moment the shots were discontinued.
"That is better," said Tako. "What a waste of ammunition."
Our direction was carrying us from mid-Manhattan. The bridges to Brooklyn were visible. Beyond them, over New York, mingled with teeming buildings was a mountain slope of Tako"s realm. I saw one of our carriers lying on a ledge of it.
A sudden commotion in our car brought our attention from the scene outside. The voices of girls raised in anger. Tolla"s voice and Jane"s! Then came the sound of a scuffle!
"By what G.o.ds!" Tako exclaimed.
We all leaped to our feet. Tako rushed for the door of the compartment with us after him. We burst in upon the girls. They were standing in the center of the little room. One of the chairs was overturned. Jane stood gripping Tolla by the wrists, and with greater strength was forcibly holding her.
As we appeared, Jane abruptly released her, and Tolla sank to the floor and burst into wild sobs. Jane faced us, red and white of face, and herself almost in tears.
"What"s the matter?" Don demanded. "What is it?"
But against all our questionings both girls held to a stubborn silence.
CHAPTER IX
_A Woman Scorned_
Jane afterward told us just what happened in that compartment of the carrier, and I think that for the continuity of my narration I had best relate it now.
The cubby room was small, not much over six feet wide, and twelve feet long. There was a single small door to the corridor, and two small windows. A couch stood by them; there were two low chairs, and a small bench-like table.
Tolla made Jane as comfortable as possible. Food was at hand; Tolla, after an hour or two served it at the little table, eating the meal with Jane, and sitting with her on the couch where they could gaze through the windows.
To Jane this girl of another world was at once interesting, surprising and baffling. Jane could only look upon her as an enemy.
In Jane"s mind there was no thought save that we must escape, and frustrate Tako"s attack upon New York; and she was impulsive, youthful enough to think something might be contrived.
At all events, she saw Tolla in the light of an enemy who might be tricked into giving information.
Jane admits that her ideas were quite as vague as our own when it came to planning anything definite.
She at first studied Tolla, who seemed as young as herself and perhaps in her own world, was as beautiful. And within an hour or two she was surprised at Tolla"s friendliness. They had dined together, gazed through the windows at the speeding shadows of the strange world sliding past; they had dozed together on the couch.
During all this they could have been schoolgirl friends. Not captor and captive upon these strange weird circ.u.mstances of actuality, but friends of one world. And in outward aspect Tolla could fairly well have been a cultured girl of our Orient.
Then Jane got a shock. She tried careful questions. And Tolla skillfully avoided everything that touched in any way upon Tako"s future plans. Yet her apparent friendliness, and a certain girlish volubility continued.
And then, at one point, Tolla asked:
"Are you beautiful in Bermuda?"
"Why, yes," said Jane. "I guess so."
"I am beautiful in my world. Tako has said so."
"You love him, don"t you?" Jane said abruptly.
"Yes. That is true." There was no hint of embarra.s.sment. Her pale blue eyes stared at Jane, and she smiled a little quizzically. "Does it show so quickly upon my face that you saw it at once? I am called Tolla because I am pledged soon to enter Tako"s harem."
Upon impulse Jane put her arm around the other girl as they sat on the couch. "I think he is very nice."
But she saw it was an error. The shadow of a frown came upon Tolla"s face; a glint of fire clouded her pale, serene eyes.
"He will be the greatest man of his world," she said quietly.
There was an awkward silence. "The harem, I am told," Jane said presently, "is one of your customs." She took a plunge. "And Tako told us why they want our Earth girls. There was one of my friends stolen from Bermuda--"
"And yet you call him very nice," Tolla interrupted with sudden irony. "Girls are frank in our world. But you are not. What did you mean by that?"
"I was trying to be friendly," said Jane calmly. "You had just said you loved him."
"But you do not love him?"
It took Jane wholly back. "Good Heavens, no!"
"But he--might readily love you?"
"I hope not!" Jane tried to laugh, but the idea itself was so frightening to her that the laugh sounded hollow. She gathered her wits. This girl was jealous. Could she play upon that jealousy?
Would Tolla perhaps soon want her to escape? The idea grew. Tolla might even some time soon come to the point of helping her escape.
Jane said carefully, "I suppose I was captured with the idea of going into someone"s harem. Was that the idea?"
"I am no judge of men"s motives," said Tolla curtly.
"Tako said as much as that," Jane persisted. "But not necessarily into his harem. But if it should be his, why would you care? Your men divide their love--"
"I would care because Tako may give up his harem," Tolla interrupted vehemently. "He goes into this conquest for power--for wealth--because soon he expects to rule all our world and band it together into a nation. He has always told me that I might be his only wife--some day--"
She checked herself abruptly and fell into a stolid silence. It made Jane realize that under the lash of emotion Tolla would talk freely.
But Jane could create no further opportunity then, for Tako suddenly appeared at their door. The girls had been together now some hours.
Don and I were at this time asleep.
He stood now at the girl"s door. "Tolla, will you go outside a moment? I want to talk to this prisoner alone." And, interpreting the look which both girls flung at him, he added, "The door remains open. If she wants you back, Tolla, she will call."
Without a word Tolla left the compartment. But Jane saw on her face again a flood of jealousy.