Jim knew nothing more until he struggled up again from the vast depths
of darkness. This time, his mind felt blessedly alive and buoyant and
free. He simply lay there against the soft cushion and let the strength
flow back to him.
He sat suddenly erect. He was alone, and the car had stopped. He looked
out into the white expanse of the Polar Cap once more.
He hurried to the door, and was relieved to see the rest of the men
gathered outside, staring at something and talking excitedly. He joined
them. Conley greeted him and pointed silently.
Barely a mile to the north, from whence they had come, a great greenish
display suffused the lowering sky.
"That started a moment ago," Conley said. "I think we got out of there
just in time."
Hardly had he spoken, when all of the ice-capped terrain beneath the
light collapsed into a vast hollow, miles wide. It happened silently,
abruptly; seconds later faint rumbling shook the ground. It was final.
The greenish display had vanished and only the hollow remained, as if a
giant had plunged his thumb into a rotten apple.
Conley sighed and turned away. "When I think of poor Wessel and the
others, buried a mile below there--"
"They got," Jim replied caustically, "just what they asked for. You'd
better hope that entity is as dead as they are!"
"No doubt about that. But I can't understand it, Jim. I thought sure
we were lost, when it was brow-beating us there in the plaza. What
happened after that? All I remember is running for the car."
"What happened," Jim replied softly, "is that a wild hunch of mine
worked. Did you ever indulge in Martian _tsith_ stems, Conley? It's
horrible, vile stuff; makes anyone, except an addict, violently ill.
And it hits you suddenly, like a barrage of rocket-blasts. Well,
I gave a whole pouch full--Kaarji's--to that Dim-Ing! D'you know,
despite it being an other-dimensional entity, it had some very human
qualities? Apparently it was curious, as well as egotistic; it must
have investigated and then absorbed those _tsith_ stems, and it became
violently ill--at just the right time for us!"
Spurlin had been trying desperately to get the motors started again,
but to no avail. Now he approached the others with a worried frown.
"Those motors are so constructed that they can work in two ways. First,
they can operate from a direct electronic beam--that's how Bhruulo
controlled the car from a distance, and that's the way we've come as
far as we have now. But with the destruction of M'Tonak, all the beams
are gone!"
"Then you mean--we're stranded here?"
Conley pictured hundreds of miles of ice still lying before them. He
remembered that the Cap had already started its break-up, and no man
could ever get across it now. Not afoot!
"On the other hand," Spurlin was saying hopelessly, "the motors
_should_ work from the electronic emanations of that new metal we
found. Even a tiny amount of it. But," he waved his hand to the north,
"there it all lies buried and we'll never get to it in a million years!"
Defeat was in his voice.
For a moment the men milled about, looking at each other helplessly,
before Jim remembered something.
"I've gone through too much," he grinned, "in the past few days to let
a minor thing like this stymie me." With a feigned nonchalance, he
reached into his pocket and drew forth a piece of metal. It was the
rounded medallion which Kaarji had given him, and he'd forgotten until
now.
Spurlin's eyes lighted, he seized it eagerly and went back to work.
Jim looked again toward the vast hollow to the north, and he spoke
softly to Conley standing beside him:
"Spurlin's wrong, though. We'll get to that metal again, and Spurlin
will see his super spaceship come true. It'll be a tremendous mining
job, but--well, at least we know the metal's there, and it'll wait for
us."
The sudden hum of the motors was a welcome sound in their ears, and
minutes later they were speeding smoothly back to the south.