"You needn"t, lover. Rate me? Good Heavens, Conway! It"s just the other way...."
"Stop it!" he commanded in her ear. "I"m still dizzy at the idea of your loving me at all, to say nothing of loving me this way! But you do, and that"s all I ask, here or hereafter."
"Love you? Love you!" Their mutual embrace tightened and her low voice thrilled brokenly as she went on: "Conway dearest ... I can"t say a thing, but you know.... Oh, Conway!"
After a time Clio drew a long and tremulous, but supremely happy breath as the realities of their predicament once more obtruded themselves upon her consciousness. She released herself gently from Costigan"s arms.
"Do you really think that there is a chance of us getting back to the Earth, so that we can be together ... always?"
"A chance, yes. A probability, no," he replied, unequivocally. "It depends upon two things. First, how much of a start we got on Nerado. His ship is the biggest and fastest thing I ever saw, and if he strips her down and drives her-which he will-he"ll catch us long before we can make Tellus. On the other hand, I gave Rodebush a lot of data, and if he and Lyman Cleveland can add it to their own stuff and get that super-ship of ours rebuilt in time, they"ll be out here on the prowl; and they"ll have what it takes to give even Nerado plenty of argument. No use worrying about it, anyway. We won"t know anything until we can detect one or the other of them, and then will be the time to do something about it."
"If Nerado catches us, will you...." She paused.
"Rub you out? I will not. Even if he does catch us, and takes us back to Nevia, I won"t. There"s lots more time coming onto the clock. Nerado won"t hurt either of us badly enough to leave scars, either physical, mental, or moral. I"d kill you in a second if it were Roger; he"s dirty. He"s mean-he"s thoroughly bad. But Nerado"s a good enough old scout, in his way. He"s big and he"s clean. You know, I could really like that fish if I could meet him on terms of equality sometime?"
"I couldn"t!" she declared vigorously. "He"s crawly and scaly and snaky; and he smells so ... so...."
"So rank and fishy?" Costigan laughed deeply. "Details, girl; mere details. I"ve seen people who looked like money in the bank and who smelled like a bouquet of violets that you couldn"t trust half the length of Nerado"s neck."
"But look what he did to us!" she protested. "And they weren"t trying to recapture us back there; they were trying to kill us."
"That was perfectly all right, what he did and what they did-what else could they have done?" he wanted to know. "And while you"re looking, look at what we did to them-plenty, I"d say. But we all had it to do, and neither side will blame the other for doing it. He"s a square shooter, I tell you."
"Well, maybe, but I don"t like him a bit, and let"s not talk about him any more. Let"s talk about us. Remember what you said once, when you advised me to "let you lay," or whatever it was?" Woman-like, she wished to dip again lightly into the waters of pure emotion, even though she had such a short time before led the man out of their profoundest depths. But Costigan, into whose hard life love of woman had never before entered, had not yet recovered sufficiently from his soul-shaking plunge to follow her lead. Inarticulate, distrusting his newly found supreme happiness, he must needs stay out of those enchanted waters or plunge again. And he was afraid to plunge-diffident, still deeming himself unworthy of the miracle of this wonder-girl"s love-even though every fiber of his being shrieked its demand to feel again that slender body in his arms. He did not consciously think those thoughts. He acted them without thinking; they were prime basics in that which made Conway Costigan what he was.
"I do remember, and I still think it"s a sound idea, even though I am too far gone now to let you put it into effect," he a.s.sured her, half seriously. He kissed her, tenderly and reverently, then studied her carefully. "But you look as though you"d been on a Martian picnic. When did you eat last?"
"I don"t remember, exactly. This morning, I think."
"Or maybe last night, or yesterday morning? I thought so! Bradley and I can eat anything that"s chewable, and drink anything that will pour, but you can"t. I"ll scout around and see if I can"t fix up something that you"ll be able to eat."
He rummaged through the store-rooms, emerging with sundry viands from which he prepared a highly satisfactory meal.
"Think you can sleep now, sweetheart?" After supper, once more within the circle of Costigan"s arms, Clio nodded her head against his shoulder.
"Of course I can, dear. Now that you are with me, out here alone, I"m not a bit afraid any more. You will get us back to Earth some way, sometime; I just know that you will. Good-night, Conway."
"Good-night, Clio ... little sweetheart," he whispered, and went back to Bradley"s side.
In due time the captain recovered consciousness, and slept. Then for days the speedster flashed on toward our distant solar system; days during which her wide-flung detector screens remained cold.
"I don"t know whether I"m afraid they"ll hit something or afraid that they won"t," Costigan remarked more than once, but finally those tenuous sentinels did in fact encounter an interfering vibration. Along the detector line a visibeam sped, and Costigan"s face hardened as he saw the unmistakable outline of Nerado"s interstellar cruiser, far behind them.
"Well, a stern chase always was a long one," Costigan said finally. "He can"t catch us for plenty of days yet ... now what?" for the alarms of the detectors had broken out anew. There was still another point of interference to be investigated. Costigan traced it, and there, almost dead ahead of them, between them and their sun, nearing them at the incomprehensible rate of the sum of the two vessels" velocities, came another cruiser of the Nevians!
"Must be the sister-ship, coming back from our System with a load of iron," Costigan deduced. "Heavily loaded as she is, we may be able to dodge her; and she"s coming so fast that if we can stay out of her range we"ll be all right-he won"t be able to stop for probably three or four days. But if our super-ship is anywhere in these parts, now"s the time for her to rally "round!"
He gave the speedster all the side-thrust she would take; then, putting every available communicator tube behind a tight beam, he aimed it at Sol and began sending out a long-continued call to his fellows of the Triplanetary Service.
Nearer and nearer the Nevian flashed, trying with all her power to intercept the speedster; and it soon became evident that, heavily laden though she was, she could make enough sideway to bring her within range at the time of meeting.
"Of course, they"ve got partial neutralization of inertia, the same as we have," Costigan cogitated, "and by the way he"s coming I"d say that he had orders to blow us out of the ether-he knows as well as we do that he can"t capture us alive at anything like the relative velocities we"ve got now. I can"t give her any more side thrust without overloading the gravity controls, so overloaded they"ve got to be. Strap down, you two, because they may go out entirely!"
"Do you think that you can pull away from them, Conway?" Clio was staring in horrified fascination into the plate, watching the pictured vessel increase in size, moment by moment.
"I don"t know whether I can or not, but I"m going to try. Just in case we don"t, though, I"m going to keep on yelling for help. In solid? All right, boat, DO YOUR STUFF!"
CHAPTER 19
GIANTS MEET
"Check your blast, Fred, I think that I hear something trying to come through!" Cleveland called out, sharply. For days the Boise had torn through the illimitable reaches of empty s.p.a.ce, and now the long vigil of the keen-eared listeners was to be ended. Rodebush cut off his power, and through the crackling roar of tube noise an almost inaudible voice made itself heard.
"... all the help you can give us. Samms-Cleveland-Rodebush-anybody of Triplanetary who can hear me, listen! This is Costigan, with Miss Marsden and Captain Bradley, heading for where we think the sun is, from right ascension about six hours, declination about plus fourteen degrees. Distance unknown, but probably a good many light-years. Trace my call. One Nevian ship is overhauling us slowly, another is coming toward us from the sun. We may or may not be able to dodge it, but we need all the help you can give us. Samms-Rodebush-Cleveland-anybody of Triplanetary...."
Endlessly the faint, faint voice went on, but Rodebush and Cleveland were no longer listening. Sensitive ultra-loops had been swung, and along the indicated line shot Triplanetary"s super-ship at a velocity which she had never before even approached; the utterly incomprehensible, almost incalculable velocity attained by inertialess matter driven through an almost perfect vacuum by the Boise"s maximum projector blasts-a blast which would lift her stupendous normal tonnage against a gravity five times that of Earth. At the full frightful measure of that velocity the super-ship literally annihilated distance, while ahead of her the furiously driven spy-ray beam fanned out in quest of the three Triplanetarians who were calling for help.
"Got any idea how fast we"re going?" Rodebush demanded, glancing up for an instant from the observation plate. "We should be able to see him, since we could hear him, and our range is certainly as great as anything he can have."
"No. Can"t figure velocity without any reliable data on how many atoms of matter exist per cubic meter out here." Cleveland was staring at the calculator. "It"s constant, of course, at the value at which the friction of the medium is equal to our thrust. Incidentally, we can"t hold it too long. We"re running a temperature, which shows that we"re stepping along faster than anybody ever computed before. Also, it points out the necessity for something that none of us ever antic.i.p.ated needing in an open-s.p.a.ce drive-refrigerators or radiating wall-shields or repellers or something of the sort. But to get back to our velocity-taking Throckmorton"s estimates it figures somewhere near the order of magnitude of ten to the twenty-seventh. Fast enough, anyway, so that you"d better bend an eye on that plate. Even after you see them you won"t know where they really are, because we don"t know any of the velocities involved-our own, theirs, or that of the beam-and we may be right on top of them."
"Or, if we happen to be outrunning the beam, we won"t see them at all. That makes it nice piloting."
"How are you going to handle things when we get there?"
"Lock to them and take them aboard, if we"re in time. If not, if they are fighting already-there they are!"
The picture of the speedster"s control room flashed upon the speaker.
"Hi, Fritz! Hi, Cleve! Welcome to our city! Where are you?"
"We don"t know," Cleveland snapped back, "and we don"t know where you are, either. Can"t figure anything without data. I see you"re still breathing air. Where are the Nevians? How much time have we got yet?"
"Not enough, I"m afraid. By the looks of things they will be within range of us in a couple of hours, and you haven"t even touched our detector screen yet."
"A couple of hours!" In his relief Cleveland shouted the words. "That"s time to burn-we can be just about out of the Galaxy in that...." He broke off at a yell from Rodebush.
"Broadcast, Spud, BROADCAST!" the physicist had cried, as Costigan"s image had disappeared utterly from his plate.
He cut off the Boise"s power, stopping her instantaneously in mid-s.p.a.ce, but the connection had been broken. Costigan could not possibly have heard the orders to change his beam signal to a broadcast, so that they could pick it up; nor would it have done any good if he had heard and had obeyed. So immeasurably great had been their velocity that they had flashed past the speedster and were now unknown thousands-or millions-of miles beyond the fugitives they had come so far to help; far beyond the range of any possible broadcast. But Cleveland understood instantly what had happened. He now had a little data upon which to work, and his hands flew over the keys of the calculator.
"Back blast, at maximum, seventeen seconds!" he directed crisply. "Not exact, of course, but that will put us close enough so that we can find "em with our detectors."
For the calculated seventeen seconds the super-ship retraced her path, at the same awful speed with which she had come so far. The blast expired and there, plainly limned upon the observation plates, was the Nevian speedster.
"As a computer, you"re good, Cleve," Rodebush applauded. "So close that we can"t use the neutralizers to catch him. If we use one dyne of drive we"ll overshoot a million kilometers before I could snap the switch."
"And yet he"s so far away and going so fast that if we keep our inertia on it"ll take all day at full blast to overtake-no, wait a minute-we could never catch him." Cleveland was puzzled. "What to do? Shunt in a potentiometer?"