Then, from out of the darkness, came something that moved on a whir of caterpillar treads. Something hard and metallic slammed against Mike"s shoulder, spinning him against the wall.
At that moment, Multhaus came around the corner, and Mike could see Snook.u.ms scurrying on down the corridor toward the approaching Powerman"s Mate.
"Multhaus! Look out!" Mike yelled.
The beam from the chief"s hand torch gleamed on the metallic body of the little robot as it headed toward him.
"Snook.u.ms! Stop!" Mike ordered.
Snook.u.ms paid no attention. He swerved adroitly around the astonished Multhaus, spun around the corner, and was gone into the darkness.
"What was all that, sir?" Multhaus asked, looking more than somewhat confused.
"A course of instruction on the First and Second Laws of Robotics as applied by the Computer Corporation of Earth," said Mike, rubbing his bruised side. "But never mind that now. What"s wrong with the low-power circuits?"
"I don"t know, sir. Breckwell is on duty in that section."
"Let"s go," said Mike the Angel. "We have to get this cleared up before we all suffocate."
"Someone"s going to get galloping claustrophobia before it"s over, anyway," said Multhaus morosely as he followed Mike down the hallway in the direction from which Snook.u.ms had come. "Darkness and stuffy air touch off that sort of thing."
"Who"s Officer of the Watch tonight?" Mike wanted to know.
"Ensign Vaneski, I think. His name was on the roster, as I remember."
"I hope he reported to the bridge. Commander Jeffers will be getting frantic, but he can"t leave the bridge unless he"s relieved. Come on, let"s move."
They sprinted down the companionway.
The lights had been out less than five minutes when Mike the Angel and Chief Powerman"s Mate Multhaus reached the low-power center of the Power Section. The door was open, and a torch was spearing its beam on two men--one kneeling over the p.r.o.ne figure of the other. The kneeling man jerked his head around as Mike and the chief came in the door.
The kneeling man was Powerman First Cla.s.s Fleck. Mike recognized the man on the floor as Powerman Third Cla.s.s Breckwell.
"What happened?" he snapped at Fleck.
"Don"t know, sir. I was in the head when the lights went. It took me a little time to get a torch and get in here, and I found Breckwell gone.
At least, I thought he was gone, but then I heard a noise from the tool cabinet and I opened it and he fell out." The words seemed to come out all in a rush.
"Dead?" asked Mike sharply.
"Nossir, I don"t think so, sir. Looks like somebody clonked him on the head, but he"s breathin" all right."
Mike knelt over the man and took his pulse. The heartbeat was regular and steady, if a trifle weak. Mike ran a hand over Breckwell"s head.
"There"s a knot there the size of a golf ball, but I don"t think anything"s broken," he said.
Footsteps came running down the hall, and six men of the power crew came pouring in the door. They slowed to a halt when they saw their commanding officer was already there.
"A couple of you take care of Breckwell--Leister, Knox--move him to one side. Bathe his face with water. No, wait; you can"t do that till we get the pumps moving again. Just watch him."
One of the men coughed a little. "What he needs is a good slug of hooch."
"I agree," said Mike evenly. "Too bad there isn"t any aboard. But do what you think is best; I"m going to be too busy to keep an eye on you.
I won"t be able to watch you at all, so you"ll be on your own."
"Yessir," said the man who had spoken. He hid his grin and took out at a run, heading for wherever it was he kept his bottle hidden.
"Dunstan, you and Ghihara get out and watch the halls. If any other officer comes this way, sing out."
"Yessir!" came the twin chorus.
More footsteps pounded toward them, and the remaining men of the power crew arrived.
"All right, now let"s take a look at these circuits," said Mike.
Chief Multhaus had already flipped open all the panels and was peering inside. The men lined the torches up on the desk in the corner, in order to shed as much light as possible over the banks of low-power wiring, and went over to where Multhaus and Mike the Angel were standing.
"Dig out three replacement switches--heavy-duty six-double-oh-B-nines,"
said Multhaus. There was a touch of disgust and a good-sized serving of anger and irritation in his voice.
Mike the Angel surveyed the damage. "See anything else, Multhaus?"
"No, sir. That"s it."
Mike nodded. "About five minutes" work to get the main switch going, which will give us power, and another ten minutes for the first and second stand-bys. Go ahead and take over, Multhaus; you won"t need me.
I"ll go find out what the b.l.o.o.d.y unprintable is going on around here."
Mike the Angel ran into Captain Sir Henry Quill as he went up the companionway to the bridge.
"What happened?" demanded the captain in his gravelly tenor voice.
"Somebody ripped out the main switches to the low-power taps from the main generators, sir," said Mike. "Nothing to worry about. The boys will have the lights on within three or four minutes."
"Who...?"
"I don"t know," said Mike, "but we"d better find out pretty fast.
There"ve been too many things going on aboard this ship to suit me."
"Same here. Are you sure everything"s all right down there?"
"Absolutely, sir. We can quit worrying about the damage itself and put our minds to finding out who did that damage."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"Some," said Mike the Angel. "As soon as the intercom is functioning again, I think you"d better call a general meeting of officers--and get Miss Crannon and Fitzhugh out of bed and get them up here, too."