There was nothing else they could think of to stand in the way of the project.
It had been two days since the fire, but Ken"s father still seemed stunned by it. After dinner, he sat in his old chair where he used to read, but he did not read now. He sat for hours, staring at the opposite corner of the room.
Professor La.r.s.en seemed locked in a similar state of shock. In addition to his wife"s death, this destruction of their entire scientific facilities seemed a final blow from which he could not recover.
Ken recognized, too, that there was a burden these men had carried that no one else knew. That was the burden of top-level responsibility for a major portion of the world"s effort against the "invader." It was an Atlas-like burden that men could not carry without suffering its effects.
Ken approached them that evening, after he and Maria had helped his mother with her ch.o.r.es and had gathered snow to melt overnight for their next day"s water supply.
"Dad," Ken said, "I"ve been wondering when we could get started on the project again. The fellows in the club are all ready to go. I guess most everyone else is, too."
His father looked as if Ken had just uttered something absolutely unintelligible. "Start!" he cried. "Start what? How can we start anything? There"s nothing left to work with, absolutely nothing!"
Ken hesitated, an ache in his heart at the defeat he saw in his father"s eyes. He held out his hands. "We"ve got these," he said. He tapped the side of his head. "And this."
Professor Maddox"s face seemed to relax a trifle. He looked at his son with a faint suggestion of a smile on his lips. "Yes? What do you propose to do with them?"
Carefully, then, Ken outlined the results of his inventory. "Art can build up to six engines, if we need them. We"ve got plenty of electronic parts, and tubes big enough to put 60 or 70 kilowatts of supersonic energy in a beam. We don"t want to build a little reflector again; we want to put up a full-scale instrument. When that"s done, build another one, and still another, until we"ve used every sc.r.a.p of material available in the valley. By that time maybe we"ll have some cars running and can go to Frederick and other towns for more parts."
Ken"s father leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed. "If enthusiasm could do it, we could look forward to such a structure the day after tomorrow."
"Maybe enthusiasm _can_ do it," said Professor La.r.s.en quietly. "I believe the boy is right. We"ve let ourselves despair too much because of the fire. We still have the necessary principles in our heads. If Ken is right, we"ve got the materials. The only problem is that you and I are a pair of old, exhausted men, without the necessary enthusiasm and energy. Perhaps we can borrow enough of that from these boys. I"m in favor of undertaking it!"
By the light of oil lamps they planned and talked until far past midnight. There were still no objections to be found outside the labor problem. When they were through, rough drawings and calculations for the first projector were finished.
"Such a projector could surely reach well into the stratosphere," said Professor La.r.s.en. "With the tremendous velocities of the air ma.s.ses at those heights, one projector should be able to process hundreds of tons of atmosphere per day."
"I am wondering," said Professor Maddox, "if we should not make the reflector parabolic instead of hyperbolic. We may disperse our energy too widely to be effective at high levels."
"I think not. The parabola would narrow the beam to little more than its initial diameter and would concentrate the energy more than is required.
With the power Ken speaks of, I believe the hyperbolic form could carry an effective wave into the stratosphere. We"ll make some calculations for comparison tomorrow."
They authorized Ken to speak with the Sheriff the following day.
"I"ve been wondering when I"d see some of you people," Johnson said bluntly. "What are you doing about the mess on the hill?"
"My father thought maybe you"d drop in," said Ken.
The Sheriff shook his head. "It"s your move. I just wondered if you had any ideas, or if this fire had knocked the props out from under you."
"It did, but now we"re ready to go, and we need help." Briefly, Ken gave a description of the projector they planned to build. "Labor is the problem for us. If we could have all the carpenters in town, and all who could be spared from woodcutting and every other activity for 2 or 3 weeks I think we could get it done."
"You know how many men are left," said Johnson. "Between the war with the nomads and the epidemic of flu, one-third of those we had when this started are dead. A third of the ones left are sick, and quite a few of those on their feet have to take care of the ones that aren"t."
"I know," said Ken.
"You know how the people feel about you scientists?"
"Yes."
The Sheriff stared at him a long time before continuing. "It won"t be easy, but we"ll do it. When do you want to start?"
"Tomorrow morning. In Jenkin"s pasture, north of town."
"How many men?"
"All the carpenters you can get and a hundred others to rustle materials and tear down old buildings."
"I meet with the Council this afternoon to go over work a.s.signments.
You"ll have your men in the morning."
The rest of the day, Ken and his fellow club members chose the exact spot to erect the projector and staked it out. They spotted the nearest buildings that could be dismantled for materials, and made estimates of how much they needed.
The following morning they met again on the site, and there were ten men from town, in addition to the college students and others who had taken part in the research on College Hill.
"Are you all Johnson could spare?" Ken asked the group.
The nearest man shook his head. "They were a.s.signed. No one else would come. They think you are wasting your time; they think you can"t do anything about the comet. A lot of them are like Meggs and Granny Wicks: they think you shouldn"t _try_ to do anything about it."
Ken felt a blaze of anger. "Sometimes, I think they"re right!" he said bitterly. "Maybe it would be better if we just let the whole thing go!"
"Now don"t get me wrong," the man said. "We"re on your side. We"re here, aren"t we? I"m just telling you what they say and think in town."
"I know and I"m sorry. These other fellows will tell you what we need done. I"m going to ride in to see Johnson."
The Sheriff was not in his office. Ken was told he had gone over to the food warehouse where rations were being distributed. There was some rumor of a disturbance.
Ken remounted his horse and rode to the warehouse. As he approached, he saw the lineup before the distribution counter was motionless. In front of the counter, Sheriff Johnson stood with a pair of revolvers in his hands, holding back the crowd.
He glanced at Ken and said, "Don"t tell me! I know you haven"t any workers out there today. They"re here in line, trying to collect groceries without working!"
"We"re not going to work so those scientists on the hill can have the fat of everything!" a man near the head of the line shouted. Others echoed him with cries of hysteria.
Ken felt his disgust and disappointment vanish before a wave of genuine fear. These people had ceased to be anything but frightened, hungry animals. Their capacity for rational action had all but disappeared under the strains they had suffered. They were ready to lash out at anything that appeared a suitable target for their own hysterical anger and panic.
It was useless to expect them to help with the projector. The crew of scientists and students would have to do it alone, no matter how many weeks it took.
Sheriff Johnson, however, had no such thought. He fired a bullet over the heads of the crowd and brought them to silence. "Listen to me," he said. "I know you"re sick and hungry and scared. There"s not a man or woman in this valley who isn"t, and that includes me and the members of the Council, and those you tried to burn off College Hill.
"You don"t know how good you"ve got it! You don"t deserve it as good as you"ve got. You people should have been with those in Chicago or in San Francisco. You should have known what it was really like to be suddenly cut off from every ounce of food beyond that which was in your own cupboards. You should have known what it was like to fight day after day in the streets of a burning city without knowing why you were fighting, or having any hope of victory.
"You"ve gone through your battle, and you"ve won, and you"re still here, and there"s food left. A lot of us are still going to die before the epidemic is over. We haven"t the medical means to save us all. But some of us will come out of it, and every one has just as good a chance as his neighbor.
"That"s not important. It doesn"t make much difference whether any one of us stays alive now, or dies in 50 years. What is important is trying to keep the world alive, and that"s what these scientists are doing.
"While you accuse them of every crime in the book, they are the only chance the world has got for survival!"