I scrambled from the floor. Now, with the need for powerful action, the lack of gravity was a tremendous handicap. I went up with flailing arms into the air. Wyk fired his weapon, but it missed me, a soundless, dimly-white bolt. It hissed along the curving wall of the room. The smell of it was a stench in my nostrils.
I hit the concave ceiling, shoved down, and like a swimmer in water struck against the struggling bodies of Snap and the guard. The waving little shoulder arm with the weapon came at me.
Snap shouted, "Gregg, look out!"
I seized the little arm; it felt like the sh.e.l.l of a huge crab. For a moment we were all three entangled, floundering, unable to find a foothold. Then suddenly I felt Snap pulling me loose.
"We"ve got him!"
The brown-sh.e.l.led body of Wyk sank away from us, hit the floor and lay still. I felt the floor under me, and Snap clutching at me.
In my hand I was clutching Wyk"s little shoulder arm, with fingers still gripping the weapon. I had jerked it out of his shoulder socket.
With a shudder I cast the noisome thing away. Whether Wyk was dead or not we did not know. He lay on his back; the hideous face stared upward.
"I cracked the sh.e.l.l," Snap gasped. "We"ve got to get out of here.
Better try and get the girls loose now."
We wasted no further time on Wyk. Snap s.n.a.t.c.hed several of his weapons and mechanical devices. We stowed them hastily in our pockets. One was like another to us; we could only guess at their uses.
"His shoes, Gregg. I can"t get the d.a.m.n things off him."
"Here are shoes."
A small pile of shoes was in a corner of the room; wide, resilient suction soles, built like sandals. They were very large, but the things were so placed that it seemed we could fasten them to our boots.
"But not now, Snap."
We s.n.a.t.c.hed up four pairs of the shoes.
There seemed nothing else to do. Could we get the door open? Snap was already fumbling at it. "Accursed thing! It won"t give."
Then it slid open. The dim corridor was visible. No one, nothing, out there. "Come on, Gregg! In a rush!"
We went like bouncing rubber figures up the incline ladder.
"Snap, watch out!" He all but cracked his head with an upward leap.
Every instant we expected to be set upon. There was a terraced upper hall, black with shadow; dark ovals of doorways led into rooms.
No one here. As yet we were not discovered.
We stood at the intersection of two corridors. One went almost vertically up, like a chimney extending into the dome peak of the globe. Its sides were latticed; we could go up it hand over hand, like monkeys. The other sloped at an angle downward.
"Which way?" Snap whispered. "What do you think? Got to find them."
It still lacked about five minutes of our designated time, but it would not do to burst in upon the girls, perhaps to find Molo and guards there.
"Let"s wait a minute, listen, see if we can"t get some idea."
We were backed against the corridor wall, almost in darkness. From the dark length of the descending corridor came a thump, the sound of a struggle, and then a m.u.f.fled scream. Venza! And we heard her words: "Anita! Look out for her! She"s got a knife!"
As though diving into water, Snap and I plunged head first into the blackness of the corridor.
12
Later, we learned that Anita and Venza had tried much the same tactics on Meka that we had used on Wyk, but their task was more difficult.
She was suspicious of them. Venza asked her where the control station was, but she wouldn"t answer.
"Your brother said it was just beyond the dark forest," Anita said.
"What is the dark forest?"
"A place with trees where no one lives."
"Off that way." Venza gestured. "That"s what Molo said. Will it be day soon, or will the night keep on?"
"If they cause Wandl to rotate, it will soon be day." An ironic look crossed Meka"s face. "I am in no mood for answering more of your silly questions. Save the breath."
"Well, if that"s they way you feel about it," replied Venza laughing, "we will. There"s not much air in here." She shoved herself across the floor toward the closed window.
"Get back!"
"Oh, all right--all right!"
Perhaps Meka herself felt there was not enough air. She stood waveringly upright, and pushed herself with a slow leap for the window. Her back for that moment was to Anita and Venza. They shoved from the floor, whirled through the air and were upon her.
It was a brief struggle, and instantly they knew that they had lost.
The huge Martian whirled and flung them off. Her upflung fist, with a blow like a man"s, caught Anita"s thigh and knocked her toward the ceiling. She sank in a heap on the floor, saw that Venza had shoved back, but was standing upright.
Anita bent double, with her feet braced against a chair, tensed to shove forward again. At the still unopened window, Meka crouched.
Anita heard Venza"s warning outcry. "Anita, look out for her! She"s got a knife!"
Upon this scene, in a moment, Snap and I came with a rush. The closed door was not barred. We slid it down and catapulted through the opening. Meka sailed over us. I swam up at her; seized her. The knife ripped my blouse and slit the flesh of my upper arm with a glancing blow. Then Snap came and struck against us; we sank to the floor.
Meka had fought silently, but now she was shouting. I twisted her wrist, seized the knife handle and flung the knife away. I was aware of Anita lunging to retrieve it. And over us Venza appeared, waving a metal chair as though it were a huge feather.
Snap gasped, "Gregg get your hand over her mouth. Shut her up!"
We had her subdued in a moment, but it seemed almost too late. Outside the opened door a distant shout sounded.
I shoved Meka toward the door. "If you don"t do what I say, I"ll kill you," I whispered into her ear.
"What shall I do?"
There came another shout, closer, now. Someone was coming.