"All at once," Barclay said grimly. "No. Norris, hang back, and get that iron of yours out. It may have*weapons."
Together, Barclay"s powerful body and McReady"s giant strength struck the door. Inside, the bunk jammed against the door screeched madly and crackled into kindling. The door flung down from broken hinges, the patched lumber of the doorpost dropping inward.
Like a blue rubber ball, a Thing bounced up. One of its four tentacle-like arms looped out like a striking snake. In a seven-tentacled hand a six-inch pencil of winking, shining metal glinted and swung upward to face them. Its line-thin lips twitched back from snake-fangs in a grin of hate, red eyes blazing.
Norris" revolver thundered in the confined s.p.a.ce. The hate-washed face twitched in agony, the looping tentacle s.n.a.t.c.hed back. The silvery thing in its hand a smashed ruin of metal, the seven-tentacled hand became a ma.s.s of mangled flesh oozing greenish-yellow ichor. The revolver thundered three times more. Dark holes drilled each of the three eyes before Norris hurled the empty weapon against its face.
The Thing screamed in feral hate, a lashing tentacle wiping at blinded eyes. For a moment it crawled on the floor, savage tentacles lashing out, the body twitching. Then it struggled up again, blinded eyes working, boiling hideously, the crushed flesh sloughing away in sodden gobbets.
Barclay lurched to his feet and dove forward with an ice-ax. The flat of the weighty thing crushed against the side of the head. Again the unkillable monster went down. The tentacles lashed out, and suddenly Barclay fell to his feet in the grip of a living, livid rope. The thing dissolved as he held it, a white-hot band that ate into the flesh of his hands like living fire. Frantically he tore the stuff from him, held his hands where they could not be reached. The blind Thing felt and ripped at the tough, heavy, windproof cloth, seeking flesh*flesh it could convert*
The huge blowtorch McReady had brought coughed solemnly. Abruptly it rumbled disapproval throatily. Then it laughed gurglingly, and thrust out a blue-white, three-foot tongue. The Thing on the floor shrieked, flailed out blindly with tentacles that writhed and withered in the bubbling wrath of the blowtorch. It crawled and turned on the floor, it shrieked and hobbled madly, but always McReady held the blowtorch on the face, the dead eyes burning and bubbling uselessly. Frantically the Thing crawled and howled.
A tentacle sprouted a savage talon*and crisped in the flame. Steadily McReady moved with a planned, grim campaign. Helpless, maddened, the Thing retreated from the grunting torch, the caressing, licking tongue. For a moment it rebelled, squalling in inhuman hatred at the touch of the icy snow. Then it fell back before the charring breath of the torch, the stench of its flesh bathing it. Hopelessly it retreated*on and on across the Antarctic snow. The bitter wind swept over it, twisting the torch-tongue; vainly it flopped, a trail of oily, stinking smoke bubbling away from it*
McReady walked back toward the shack silently. Barclay met him at the door. "No more?" the giant meteorologist asked grimly.
Barclay shook his head. "No more. It didn"t split?"
"It had other things to think about," McReady a.s.sured him. "When I left it, it was a glowing coal. What was it doing?"
Norris laughed shortly. "Wise boys, we are. Smash magnetos, so planes won"t work. Rip the boiler tubing out of the tractors. And leave that Thing alone for a week in this shack. Alone and undisturbed."
McReady looked in at the shack more carefully. The air, despite the ripped door, was hot and humid. On a table at the far end of the room rested a thing of coiled wires and small magnets, gla.s.s tubing and radio tubes. At the center a block of rough stone rested. From the center of the block came the light that flooded the place, the fiercely blue light bluer than the glare of an electric arc, and from it came the sweetly soft hum. Off to one side was another mechanism of crystal gla.s.s, blown with an incredible neatness and delicacy, metal plates and a queer, shimmery sphere of insubstantiality.
"What is that?" McReady moved nearer.
Norris grunted. "Leave it for investigation. But I can guess pretty well. That"s atomic power. That stuff to the left*that"s a neat little thing for doing what men have been trying to do with hundred-ton cyclotrons and so forth. It separates neutrons from heavy water, which he was getting from the surrounding ice.
"Where did he get all*oh. Of course. A monster couldn"t be locked in*or out. He"s been through the apparatus caches." McReady stared at the apparatus. "Lord, what minds that race must have*"
"The shimmery sphere*I think it"s a sphere of pure force. Neutrons can pa.s.s through any matter, and he wanted a supply reservoir of neutrons. Just project neutrons against silica*calcium*beryllium*almost anything, and the atomic energy is released. That thing is the atomic generator."
McReady plucked a thermometer from his coat. "It"s 120* in here, despite the open door. Our clothes have kept the heat out to an extent, but I"m sweating now."
Norris nodded. "The light"s cold. I found that. But it gives off heat to warm the place through that coil. He had all the power in the world. He could keep it warm and pleasant, as his race thought of warmth and pleasantness. Did you notice the light, the color of it?"
McReady nodded. "Beyond the stars is the answer. From beyond the stars. From a hotter planet that circled a brighter, bluer sun they came."
McReady glanced out the door toward the blasted, smoke-stained trail that flopped and wandered blindly off across the drift. "There won"t be any more coming. I guess. Sheer accident it landed here, and that was twenty million years ago. What did it do all that for?" He nodded toward the apparatus.
Barclay laughed softly. "Did you notice what it was working on when we came? Look." He pointed toward the ceiling of the shack.
Like a knapsack made of flattened coffee tins, with dangling cloth straps and leather belts, the mechanism clung to the ceiling. A tiny, glaring heart of supernal flame burned in it, yet burned through the ceiling"s wood without scorching it. Barclay walked over to it, grasped two of the dangling straps in his hands, and pulled it down with an effort. He strapped it about his body. A slight jump carried him in a weirdly slow arc across the room.
"Antigravity," said McReady softly.
"Antigravity," Norris nodded. "Yes, we had "em stopped, with no planes, and no birds. The birds hadn"t come*but it had coffee tins and radio parts, and gla.s.s and the machine shop at night. And a week*a whole week*all to itself. America in a single jump*with antigravity powered by the atomic energy of matter.
"We had "em stopped. Another half hour*it was just tightening these straps on the device so it could wear it*and we"d have stayed in Antarctica, and shot down any moving thing that came from the rest of the world."
"The albatross*" McReady said softly. "Do you suppose*"
"With this thing almost finished? With that death weapon it held in its hand?
"No, by the grace of G.o.d, who evidently does hear very well, even down here, and the margin of half an hour, we keep our world, and the planets of the system, too. Antigravity, you know, and atomic power. Because They came from another sun, a star beyond the stars. They came from a world with a bluer sun."