“No, the ant-fliers did not capture me,” replied the young Prince Toron,
“for when they punctured my fuel tank, I fluttered down and landed in a
tree in some thick woods. Of course this wrecked my plane, but that
didn’t matter, for the machine was no good anyhow without any fuel, and
where could I have my tank repaired or get any alcohol, with the whole
country plunged in civil war?
“The ants, however, had good cause to conserve their planes, and so must
needs land in a field at some distance from me, in order to pursue me.
If they had only had sense enough to drop a few bombs on my tree, they
would have had me then and there, and the succession to the throne would
have been infinitely simplified. But luckily they tried to capture me.
Undoubtedly they had by this time figured out who I was, and had decided
that I would be a worthwhile prize to bring back alive to my loving
brother.
“I remained in the tree until I saw them hover down to the ground, and
thus knew what their plans were; then, shedding my toga, I hastily
rigged up a dummy of myself, left it in the cockpit, and clambered down
the tree. The branches were close, and the foliage thick, so that
climbing up that tree would be absolutely impossible for a creature so
large as a Formian.
“Yet my dummy body high aloft looked so natural from the ground, that I
was sure that the enemy would try to ascend, and would finally resort to
chopping, or even gnawing it down, in order to capture me. They had
landed to the north of my position, for the evident purpose of cutting
off any further advance on my part, so I set out as nearly due west as I
could, lining up one tree after another to keep from traveling in a
circle, until finally I came to the main highway which runs north from
Kuana.”
“But what good did it do you?” interrupted Cabot. “You were stark naked,
weren’t you?”
“Naked as the day I was born,” Toron replied. “A dainty situation for a
prince of the royal house to be in! But I had scarcely reached the road
when night fell. The dense Porovian darkness would serve as my toga for
the present, and also would enable me to avoid any approaching kerkools
by virtue of the warning radiance cast by their headlights, even before
those lights themselves became visible. You see, Cabot, I cannot hear a
kerkool, as I could an airplane, for kerkools have trophil engines,
which do not radiate, and I do not possess those funny cups on the side
of my head, with which you exercise that uncanny earth-sense that
enables you to hear things which make no sound. So it is only at night
that I could be safe from approaching cars.
“Of course, travel by night was most difficult. I fell off the road many
times and bruised myself considerably. Yet there was nothing for me to
do but press on to the northward.”
Cabot smiled reminiscently at the word.
“And so,” the young prince continued, “I kept on. I remember figuring
out, during one period of rest after a particularly severe fall from the
road, that it would take me at least ninety days to reach Lake Luno at
the rate at which I was going. But still I pressed on, for there was no
alternative.
“Just before daybreak I reached a town, and started to skirt around its
edges; but I became terribly involved in some outlying lanes and alleys.
Soon I found myself hemmed-in in a narrow street. By groping my way from
one side to the other, I discovered that there were high fences on each
side, therefore I continued on down this alley. It twisted and turned so
that I kept bumping against the fences, and finally had no very clear
idea of direction. And then, to add to my discomfiture, a dull glow
gradually diffused the air behind me, thus showing that a kerkool was
slowly picking its way down the same street. Naturally I started to run,
and equally naturally I hadn’t gone far when I collided head-on with a
fence. The shock hurled me to the ground, and supplied me with plenty of
light for a few moments, only it was light which didn’t do me much of
any good.
“But just as the kerkool rounded the turn behind me, I groped my way to
my feet, and luckily in so doing I found a door in the fence against
which I had just run. It was unlocked. In another instant I was through,
with the door carefully shut.
“I felt for some bolt or bar, but there was none, so I set out carefully
at right angles to the fence. The light from the kerkool now so filled
the street that I could see my way dimly. The place was some sort of
garden, either vegetable or flower. I was standing in a bed, but I
quickly stepped out and hurried down one of the paths. Meanwhile the
kerkool had stopped outside, but for what reason I could not imagine. I
doubt if the driver heard me, for I had radiated nothing since entering
the garden; but perhaps he had seen me as I passed through the gate.”
“Perhaps the gate made a noise,” suggested Myles mildly.
“Of course not. Gates don’t radiate,” Prince Toron scornfully replied,
then laughed, “I forgot. You can hear gates and all sorts of other
noiseless sounds; but we Cupians, who have no mushrooms on the sides of
our faces, are not so gifted.
“Well, as I was saying, the kerkool stopped, and presently the gate
opened, letting a flood of light through into the garden. Then I did run
indeed. But, as I heard no radiations behind me, I could not tell
whether or not I was pursued. As I ran, and as I got farther and farther
away from the fence, my surroundings became dimmer and dimmer, until I
could scarcely see, when suddenly there loomed up in front of me a long
row of ghostly figures gesticulating wildly, though in perfect silence,
and shifting uneasily about, without however disturbing their perfect
alignment. My escape was completely cut off. At once I stayed my
headlong flight. But my new enemies did not advance upon me, nor did
they utter a sound. It was most uncanny!
“Glancing furtively behind me I could see that the distant gate still
stood open and that the figure of an ant man was silhouetted in the
light which flooded through it. So there was no turning back. The line
of enemies in front of me still maintained their positions, and still
kept up their restless motions. Most of them stood nearly shoulder to
shoulder, but between two of them was a gap several paces wide, and
through this gap I suddenly plunged, intending to take them by surprise.
“But it was evidently a trap, for just as I passed through, a slipnoose
tightened about my throat and I was thrown backward to the ground. With
my last fading consciousness, I could see my enemies about to pounce
upon me.”
Toron paused in his narrative, and smiled mysteriously.
“Yes, yes, go on,” said Myles eagerly; but still the prince maintained
his silence, with a twinkle in his clear blue eyes.
“Go on,” Myles impatiently repeated. “What sort of folks were these? I
have seen many strange sights since my advent on your planet, but never
have I seen any group of Cupians stand in a row at night and sway back
and forth like trees. Who were they, and what did they do to you when
they captured you?”