"I"ll knock him into an outside loop if he does!" the captain snorted, and Costigan went on:
"You won"t need to. You come first, Clio, of course. But you"re too far away for me to see you with my spy, and I don"t want to use the high-powered beam of this boat for fear of detection; so you"d better keep on talking, so that I can trace you."
"That"s one thing I am good at!" Clio laughed in sheer relief. "If talking were music, I"d be a full bra.s.s band!" and she kept up a flow of inconsequential chatter until Costigan told her that it was no longer necessary; that he had established the line.
"Any excitement around there yet?" he asked her then.
"Nothing unusual that I can see," she replied. "Why? Should there be some?"
"I hope not, but when I made my getaway I couldn"t kill them all, of course, and I thought maybe they might connect things up with my jail-break and tell the other cities to take steps about you two. But I guess they"re pretty well disorganized back there yet, since they can"t know who hit them, or what with, or why. I must have got about everybody that wasn"t sealed up somewhere, and it doesn"t stand to reason that those who are left can check up very closely for a while yet. But they"re n.o.body"s fools-they"ll certainly get conscious when I s.n.a.t.c.h you, maybe before ... there, I see your city, I think."
"What are you going to do?"
"Same as I did back there, if I can. Poison their primary air and all the water I can reach...."
"Oh, Conway!" Her voice rose to a scream. "They must know-they"re all getting out of the water and are rushing inside the buildings as fast as they possibly can!"
"I see they are," grimly. "I"m right over you now, "way up. Been locating their primary intake. They"ve got a dozen ships around it, and have guards posted all along the corridors leading to it; and those guards are wearing masks! They"re clever birds, all right, those amphibians-they know what they got back there and how they got it. That changes things, girl! If we use gas here we won"t stand a chance in the world of getting old Bradley. Stand by to jump when I open that door!"
"Hurry, dear! They are coming out here after me!"
"Sure they are." Costigan had already seen the two Nevians swimming out toward Clio"s cage, and had hurled his vessel downward in a screaming power dive. "You"re too valuable a specimen for them to let you be ga.s.sed, but if they can get there before I do they"re traveling fools!"
He miscalculated slightly, so that instead of coming to a halt at the surface of the liquid medium the speedster struck with a crash that hurled solid ma.s.ses of water for hundreds of yards. But no ordinary crash could harm that vessel"s structure, her gravity controls were not overloaded, and she shot back to the surface; gallant ship and reckless pilot alike unharmed. Costigan trained his key-tube upon the doorway of Clio"s cell, then tossed it aside.
"Different combination over here!" he barked. "Got to cut you out-lie down in that far corner!"
His hands flashed over the panel, and as Clio fell p.r.o.ne without hesitation or question a heavy beam literally blasted away a large portion of the roof of the structure. The speedster shot into the air and dropped down until she rested upon the tops of opposite walls; walls still glowing, semi-molten. The girl piled a stool upon the table and stood upon it, reached upward and seized the mailed hands extended downward toward her. Costigan heaved her up into the vessel with a powerful jerk, slammed the door shut, leaped to the controls, and the speedster darted away.
"Your armor"s in that bundle there. Better put it on, and check your Lewistons and pistols-no telling what kind of jams we"ll get into," he snapped, without turning. "Bradley, start talking ... all right, I"ve got your line. Better get your wet rags ready and get organized generally-every second will count by the time we get there. We"re coming so fast that our outer plating"s white hot, but it may not be fast enough, at that."
"It isn"t fast enough, quite," Bradley announced, calmly. "They"re coming out after me now."
"Don"t fight them and probably they won"t paralyze you. Keep on talking, so that I can find out where they take you."
"No good, Costigan." The voice of the old s.p.a.cehound did not reveal a sign of emotion as he made his dread announcement. "They have it all figured out. They"re not taking any chances at all-they"re going to paral...." His voice broke off in the middle of the word.
With a bitter imprecation Costigan flashed on the powerful ultra-beam projector of the speedster and focused the plate upon Bradley"s prison; careless now of detection, since the Nevians were already warned. Upon that plate he watched the Nevians carry the helpless body of the captain into a small boat, and continued to watch as they bore it into one of the largest buildings of the city. Up a series of ramps they took the still form, placing it finally upon a soft couch in an enormous and heavily guarded central hall. Costigan turned to his companion, and even through the helmets she could see plainly the white agony of his expression. He moistened his lips and tried twice to speak-tried and failed; but he made no move either to cut off their power or to change their direction.
"Of course," she approved steadily. "We are going through. I know that you want to run with me, but if you actually did it I would never want to see you or hear of you again, and you would hate me forever."
"Hardly that." The anguish did not leave his eyes and his voice was hoa.r.s.e and strained, but his hands did not vary the course of the speedster by so much as a hair"s breadth. "You"re the finest little fellow that ever waved a plume, and I would love you no matter what happened. I"d trade my immortal soul to the devil if it would get you out of this mess, but we"re both in it up to our necks and we can"t back out now. If they kill him we beat it-he and I both knew that it was on the chance of that happening that I took you first-but as long as all three of us are alive it"s all three or none."
"Of course," she said again, as steadily, thrilled this time to the depths of her being by the sheer manhood of him who had thus simply voiced his Code; a man of such fiber that neither love of life nor his infinitely greater love for her could make him lower its high standard. "We are going through. Forget that I am a woman. We are three human beings, fighting a world full of monsters. I am simply one of us three. I will steer your ship, fire your projectors, or throw your bombs. What can I do best?"
"Throw bombs," he directed, briefly. He knew what must be done were they to have even the slightest chance of winning clear. "I"m going to blast a hole down into that auditorium, and when I do you stand by that port and start dropping bottles of perfume. Throw a couple of big ones right down the shaft I make, and the rest of them most anywhere, after I cut the wall open. They"ll do good wherever they hit, land or water."
"But Captain Bradley-he"ll be ga.s.sed, too." Her fine eyes were troubled.
"Can"t be helped. I"ve got the antidote, and it"ll work any time under an hour. That"ll be lots of time-if we aren"t gone in less than ten minutes we"ll be staying here. They"re bringing in platoons of militia in full armor, and if we don"t beat those boys to it we"re in for plenty of grief. All right-start throwing!"
The speedster had come to a halt directly over the imposing edifice within which Bradley was incarcerated, and a mighty beam had flared downward, digging a fiery well through floor after floor of stubborn metal. The ceiling of the amphitheater was pierced. The beam expired. Down into that a.s.sembly hall there dropped two canisters of Vee-Two, to crash and to fill its atmosphere with imperceptible death. Then the beam flashed on again, this time at maximum power, and with it Costigan burned away half of the entire building. Burned it away until room above room gaped open, shelf-like, to outer atmosphere; the great hall now resembling an over-size pigeon-hole surrounded by smaller ones. Into that largest pigeon-hole the speedster darted, and cushioned desks and benches crashed down; crushed flat under its enormous weight as it came to rest upon the floor.
Every available guard had been thrown into that room, regardless of customary occupation or of equipment. Most of them had been ordinary watchmen, not even wearing masks, and all such were already down. Many, however, were masked, and a few were dressed in full armor. But no portable armor could mount defenses of sufficient power to withstand the awful force of the speedster"s weapons, and one flashing swing of a projector swept the hall almost clear of life.
"Can"t shoot very close to Bradley with this big beam, but I"ll mop up on the rest of them by hand. Stay here and cover me, Clio!" Costigan ordered, and went to open the port.
"I can"t-I won"t!" Clio replied instantly. "I don"t know the controls well enough. I"d kill you or Captain Bradley, sure; but I can shoot, and I"m going to!" and she leaped out, close upon his heels.
Thus, flaming Lewiston in one hand and barking automatic in the other, the two mailed figures advanced toward Bradley, now doubly helpless; paralyzed by his enemies and ga.s.sed by his friends. For a time the Nevians melted away before them, but as they approached more nearly the couch upon which the captain was they encountered six figures encased in armor fully as capable as their own. The beams of the Lewistons rebounded from that armor in futile pyrotechnics, the bullets of the automatics spattered and exploded impotently against it. And behind that single line of armored guards were ma.s.sed perhaps twenty unarmored, but masked, soldiers; and scuttling up the ramps leading into the hall were coming the platoons of heavily armored figures which Costigan had previously seen.
Decision instantly made, Costigan ran back toward the speedster, but he was not deserting his companions.
"Keep the good work up!" he instructed the girl as he ran. "I"ll pick those jaspers off with a pencil and then stand off the bunch that"s coming while you rub out the rest of that crew there and drag Bradley back here."
Back at the control panel, he trained a narrow, but intensely dense beam-quasi-solid lightning-and one by one the six armored figures fell. Then, knowing that Clio could handle the remaining opposition, he devoted his attention to the reenforcements so rapidly approaching from the sides. Again and again the heavy beam lashed out, now upon this side, now upon that, and in its flaming path Nevians disappeared. And not only Nevians-in the incredible energy of that beam"s blast floor, walls, ramps, and every material thing vanished in clouds of thick and brilliant vapor. The room temporarily clear of foes, he sprang again to Clio"s a.s.sistance, but her task was nearly done. She had "rubbed out" all opposition and, tugging l.u.s.tily at Bradley"s feet, had already dragged him almost to the side of the speedster.
"At-a-girl, Clio!" cheered Costigan, as he picked up the burly captain and tossed him through the doorway. "Highly useful, girl of my dreams, as well as ornamental. In with you, and we"ll go places!"
But getting the speedster out of the now completely ruined hall proved to be much more of a task than driving it in had been, for scarcely had Costigan closed his locks than a section of the building collapsed behind them, cutting off their retreat. Nevian submarines and airships were beginning to arrive upon the scene, and were beaming the building viciously in an attempt to entrap or to crush the foreigners in its ruins Costigan managed finally to blast his way out, but the Nevians had had time to a.s.semble in force and he was met by a concentrated storm of beams and of metal from every inimical weapon within range.
But not for nothing had Conway Costigan selected for his dash for liberty the craft which, save only for the two immense interstellar cruisers, was the most powerful vessel ever built upon red Nevia. And not for nothing had he studied minutely and to the last, least detail every item of its controls and of its armament during wearily long days and nights of solitary imprisonment. He had studied it under test, in action, and at rest; studied it until he knew thoroughly its every possibility-and what a ship it was! The atomic-powered generators of his shielding screens handled with ease the terrific load of the Nevians" a.s.sault, his polycyclic screens were proof against any material projectile, and the machines supplying his offensive weapons with power were more than equal to their tasks. Driven now at full rating those frightful beams lashed out against the Nevians blocking the way, and under their impacts her screens flared brilliantly through the spectrum and went down. And in the instant of their failure the enemy vessel was literally blown into nothingness-no unprotected metal, however resistant, could exist for a moment in the pathway of those iron-driven tornadoes of pure energy.
Ship after ship of the Nevians plunged toward the speedster in desperately suicidal attempts to ram her down, but each met the same flaming fate before it could reach its target. Then from the grouped submarines far below there reached up red rods of force, which seized the s.p.a.ce-ship and began relentlessly to draw her down.
"What are they doing that for, Conway? They can"t fight us!"
"They don"t want to fight us. They want to hold us, but I know what to do about that, too," and the powerful tractor rods snapped as a plane of pure force knifed through them. Upward now at the highest permissible velocity the speedster leaped, and past the few ships remaining above her she dodged; nothing now between her and the freedom of boundless s.p.a.ce.
"You did it, Conway; you did it!" Clio exulted. "Oh, Conway, you"re just simply wonderful!"
"I haven"t done it yet," Costigan cautioned her. "The worst is yet to come. Nerado. He"s why they wanted to hold us back, and why I was in such a hurry to get away. That boat of his is bad medicine, girl, and we want to put plenty of kilometers behind us before he gets started."
"But do you think he will chase us?"
"Think so? I know so! The mere facts that we are rare specimens and that he told us that we were going to stay there all the rest of our lives would make him chase us clear to Lundmark"s Nebula. Besides that, we stepped on their toes pretty heavily before we left. We know altogether too much now to be let get back to Tellus; and finally, they"d all die of acute enlargement of the spleen if we get away with this prize ship of theirs. I hope to tell you they"ll chase us!"
He fell silent, devoting his whole attention to his piloting, driving his craft onward at such velocity that its outer plating held steadily at the highest point of temperature compatible with safety. Soon they were out in open s.p.a.ce, hurtling toward the sun under the drive of every possible watt of power, and Costigan took off his armor and turned toward the helpless body of the captain.
"He looks so ... so ... so dead, Conway! Are you really sure that you can bring him to?"
"Absolutely. Lots of time yet. Just three simple squirts in the right places will do the trick." He took from a locked compartment of his armor a small steel box, which housed a surgeon"s hypodermic and three vials. One, two, three, he injected small, but precisely measured amounts of the fluids into the three vital localities, then placed the inert form upon a deeply cushioned couch.
"There! That"ll take care of the gas in five or six hours. The paralysis will wear off long before that, so he"ll be all right when he wakes up; and we"re going away from here with everything we can put out. I"ve done everything I know how to do, for the present."
Then only did Costigan turn and look down, directly into Clio"s eyes. Wide, eloquent blue eyes that gazed back up into his, tender and unafraid; eyes freighted with the oldest message of woman to chosen man. His hard young face softened wonderfully as he stared at her; there were two quick steps and they were in each other"s arms. Lips upon eager lips, blue eyes to gray, motionless they stood clasped in ecstasy; thinking nothing of the dreadful past, nothing of the fearful future, conscious only of the glorious, wonderful present.
"Clio mine ... darling ... girl, girl, how I love you!" Costigan"s deep voice was husky with emotion. "I haven"t kissed you for seven thousand years! I don"t rate you, by a million steps; but if I can just get you out of this mess, I swear by all the G.o.ds of interplanetary s.p.a.ce...."