_In the Caverns of Orcon_
I came out of it to find myself lying on my back upon the rocky floor of
a cavern more lofty than any cathedral. The air was warm and charged
with a pungent, almost mephitic odor. Blue light filled the vast
subterranean place. I heard the far-away, droning throb of machinery.
Crackling sounds like static on a vast scale ripped back and forth at
intervals.
Neither Captain Crane, Koto, nor LeConte was in sight, but wherever I
looked as I twisted my head slowly, I saw winged Orconites staring at
me. They stood back against the walls of the cavern chamber, their wings
folded, the antennae on their orange foreheads waving gently. None was
close, but all watched with cold, intelligent interest. I decided that I
was in Leider's headquarters, a closely guarded prisoner. It was to be
supposed that Leider had brought us here, as Hargrib had said he might,
to interview us before he finished us off.
Fear for the others laid hold of me, but I was still too dazed and giddy
to get up and look for them. I lay still, trying to remember everything.
"He waited until we made an aggressive move," I thought, "and then he
did _something_ to us. He did something which brought us shooting
through the air here to his headquarters!"
After I had progressed so far, it did not take me long to realize what
method Leider had employed to fetch us to the caverns. Nor did it take
me much longer, once I was sure of the method, to roll over heavily and
begin to yank the metal buttons off my coat. Since the many
guards--fully twenty of them--made no move to interfere, I did not stop
until I had torn every button off my clothing, dumped from my pockets
every object which had a scrap of metal on it, and even dug the metal
eyelets out of my shoes.
* * * * *
What had happened was that Leider had simply readjusted the forces of
his damned power houses so as to yank us to him, ship and all, _without_
the medium of a magnetic cable. What he had done was to direct at us a
magnetic current so terrific that, taking hold of the few odds and ends
of metal on our persons, it had snatched us bodily through space. And
the ship, too! It was stupendous; incredible.
Full consciousness had returned by this time, and fear possessed me even
more completely than it had before--fear for what might be going to
happen to Earth and fear of what might already have happened to my
friends. The Leider who had planned the Calypsus war had had no such
gigantic powers as these. As thoughts of Virginia Crane and the others
increased until they filled my whole mind, I sat up on the floor of the
cavern and then rose slowly to my feet.
The guards never relaxed their vigilance, but they made no move as I
moved; they only stared, and I ventured to call out.
"Captain Crane! Koto! LeConte!" I shouted loudly.
No answer came. Since the Orconites still did not prevent me, I began to
walk swiftly down the length of the great, echoing cathedral cavern,
toward an abutment of rock which jutted out from one wall, separating
the room I was in from another. Again I shouted, and the whole place
rang with echoes, and my fears grew.
But all at once fear vanished. I knew that the worst had not happened
and that I was not to be left alone.
"Doctor Weeks!" It was Koto's voice, and it came from behind the
abutment of rock toward which I was hurrying.
"Koto!" I yelled and entered the next cavern and saw it all.
* * * * *
He was lying stretched out on the rocky floor of an underground room as
vast as the one I had left behind me. He was unhurt, and he was waving
to me! Captain Crane, just waking up, was stretched out beside him. Our
ship, a colossal bulk of battered, gleaming metal, had come to a
lighting point some fifty yards beyond them. LeConte was sitting on the
deck, staring groggily at me.
Guards were posted all around the walls of this new cavern, and those I
had just walked away from now came crowding in to join their fellows,
but none spoke to us or held us back. In another thirty seconds LeConte
had slid down from the ship, Captain Crane had stumbled to her feet,
Koto had flung an arm about me, and we were all babbling together.
I will not attempt to tell of our feelings during that interval. But the
reunion did much for us. When I had returned to consciousness, it had
been with the thought that our puny scouting expedition had been wrecked
before it had begun, and that all else had been lost to us. Now the mere
fact that we were together once more changed my attitude suddenly and
completely.
"Defeated?" I asked myself, and as I gripped the warm hands of friends I
knew that we were not defeated at all. Rather it seemed that everything
we could have hoped to gain was won.
The penopalatrin I had injected in Koto and LeConte had mended the
former's broken arm and the latter's cracked ribs, so that none of us
was in any way disabled. And we seemed to be free within limits. And our
ship was here in Leider's caverns--our ship laden with two tons of the
most terrific explosive science had ever created. And the Orconites,
though they might be suspicious, knew nothing of our weapon.
Now that hope had sprung to life again, I knew that the opportunities
open to us were huge. We were in great trouble, and whatever we did
would probably not be easily done, but there was a strong chance that we
might yet strike a blow that would help the peoples of Earth in their
hour of need.
* * * * *
It was not necessary to explain to the others all that was passing in my
mind, for I could tell by their expressions that they were comprehending
the possibilities as clearly as I.
"What's Leider up to?" Captain Crane asked after a while.
"He's brought us here to put us through an interview," I answered. "He
hasn't sent for us yet because he's busy getting ready for his war.
Also, since he's a Prussian all the way through, he's probably ignoring
us in the belief that his absence will make us more impressed with his
mightiness."
"Yes, but what are we going to do while he ignores us?" she snapped
back.
"Quite a lot," I answered, and turned to LeConte. "What are the chances
of getting word to Earth?"
"Impossible," he said, shaking his head. "The set was wrecked when the
magnetism--or whatever it was--took hold of us."
"All right. Never mind it." I looked at Koto now. "Koto, what do you
have to do to fire your explosive?"
I was sure now that the thought had already been in their minds, for
Captain Crane and LeConte nodded and Koto smiled.
"The kotomite," he answered, "is packed in telargeium drums in the
ship's hold, and protected against being exploded until oxygen is
admitted to the drums and force applied. It was our original hope to
land on Orcon, deposit the drums, and fire them by a time fuse. The
quickest way now would be simply to place one of our atomic guns in the
hold, turn it loose, and get out. The stream of the gun would in a very
short time disintegrate the drums to admit oxygen, and would at the same
time set off the explosive."
"Good," I said shortly, and without more ado glanced about the cavern to
look over the situation with regard to the forty or so Orconites whom we
had been ignoring, and who had ignored us, ever since we found each
other.
* * * * *
They were standing motionless against the walls, eyes alert, ugly
antennae waving, but with their arms folded across their chests. There
seemed to be no reason why we should not all march boldly to the ship,
climb aboard, and forthwith do the work that was to be done there. I
had, however, a feeling that our task was not to be so easily
accomplished, and was not long in discovering that the feeling was
correct.
The moment I told the others to come with me, and we all started to walk
toward the ship, the whole encircling force of Orconites began to move
silently forward. When we were within a few yards of the ship's ladder,
a tall lithely built Orconite who seemed to be captain of the guard,
flopped his wings, shot across the cavern, and dropped down before us.
Into the instrument on his chest he rapped a word of Orconese which was
translated instantly into the German.
"_Verboten!_" was the word.
Forbidden! The Orconites were not taking any chances with us. It was
discouraging, but no more than I had expected. It simply meant that if
we were to be interfered with, we should have to do something about the
interference.
I quickly began to work out a plan.
First of all I shrugged at the captain of the guard and turned back from
the ship as though his refusal to let us aboard was of no consequence.
Next I spoke to the others.
"Come on," I said in a normal voice. "Don't make a fuss now, but pull
back, from the gangway."
They saw, I think, that I was planning something, and we retreated
together, with the result that the Orconites ceased to threaten and once
more fell back to the walls of the cavern. Their captain flew over and
joined them.
* * * * *
"I thought for a moment," I said, "that we might tell the captain that
Hargrib was locked up in the ship, and so furnish an excuse to get
aboard. But that isn't good. Some of the Orconites would surely go with
us, and in that case it would be next to impossible to get at the
kotomite properly. What we need is at least a couple of minutes which
will be uninterrupted. We'll leave Hargrib right where he is, and get
access to the ship in another way. We'll fight for it!"
"Fight?" Captain Crane shot a glance at me, and I saw that the idea
appealed to her.
"So far as I can see," I said quickly, "Leider hasn't armed his guards
with any unique weapon, but has merely left them to watch us. And the
Orconites don't know how to fight! Think of the ease with which I got
away with Hargrib last night. When it comes to dealing destruction with
scientific weapons, their power is appalling. When it comes to a
slugging match, they are only so many sheep. And Leider's forgotten to
take that fact into account!"
I felt really sure that the guards were not armed with some mysterious
weapon we could not see, and Koto felt the same.
"Doctor, you're right!" he exclaimed. "Leider's made a mistake! He's
forgotten what damage can be done by physical strength, and left us
alone with a mere flesh-and-blood guard. There are forty of the
Orconites and their leader, and only four of us. But we have strength
that they never dreamed of possessing. It makes the odds almost even!"
"Right," I snapped. "And they will be even altogether if we can get hold
of some clubs."
* * * * *
Koto and the others looked doubtful at that, but I had been thinking
hard of the problem all the while we were talking. I motioned
unobtrusively toward the end of the room, where a tunnel, blue-lighted
and lined with curious, glittering dials like ammeters, gave entrance,
evidently, to another great underground chamber. On the floor of that
tunnel, close to the entrance, lay a pile of heavy stalactites of some
mineral which resembled jade. The spikes had seemingly been cleared off
the tunnel roof and left to be carried away. They were pointed enough to
be used for stabbing, and looked heavy enough to make stout clubs.
Captain Crane smothered an exclamation as she glanced at the pile, and
Koto and LeConte smiled.
Our conversation all this while had been carried on with seeming
casualness, and not even the leader of the Orconites showed suspicion.
More than ever I felt that neither they nor Leider would be prepared to
defend the ship against a sudden physical attack.
"The weak point for us," I said, "is that we'll have to make an awful
row, and the alarm will go out, and eventually some weapon will be
brought out to stop us. But if we work quickly, there's a good chance
that we can finish everything before Leider is able to step in with some
devilish freak instrument. Take it easy until we've got the clubs, and
then cut loose for all you're worth. Captain Crane, it's a great pity
you're a woman. In all this you'll simply have to--"
I did not finish. Something in the look she gave me stopped me quite,
and somehow, whether I would admit it or not, I knew she was as fit as
we were. By this time we were strolling away from the ship toward the
tunnel.
* * * * *
Blue-lighted, brilliant, the opening loomed larger as we approached. The
same sounds of static on a vast scale which filled our cavern, filled
the tunnel, but the place was deserted. The pile of jade spikes
shimmered right at the entrance. A few of the guards behind us sauntered
at our heels without speaking, and the dozen or so about the tunnel
closed in toward the opening, but no restraint was put upon us.
"We seem to have the freedom of the place and the key to the city!" was
Captain Crane's dry comment.
"Yes," I answered. "I'm pretty sure it's going to be a case of lambs led
to the slaughter. Looks as if--Oh, good Lord, look!"
At the moment when I spoke those last words, we had approached to within
thirty or forty feet of the pile of stalactites, and from the quick
movement which eight or ten Orconites made ahead of us, drawing
themselves up in a line across the tunnel mouth, I knew that we had
almost reached the limit of our freedom. But it was not that fact, or
the movement of our guards, that brought the exclamation from me.
"Look!" I cried again, even though I knew each of the others had seen as
clearly as I.
From where we were walking slowly forward, it was possible to see clear
down the tunnel to the tall, lighted cavern beyond our own. In the
center of that cavern, with her nose pointing toward a wide tunnel down
which showed a glimmer of daylight, rested the long, needle-like, bright
hull of the most beautifully designed space flier I had ever seen.
We did not need to be told that this was Leider's own cruiser. A ship of
such magnitude and exceeding beauty could have been nothing else.
* * * * *
The guards knew we had seen and were aware of our excitement, but
contented themselves by standing fast in the line they had already
formed across the tunnel. We advanced another few yards.
"Mother of Mercy!" LeConte whispered, almost in awe.
"There's a chance for us!" Koto gasped. "A chance! We'll set one of the
guns going in the hold of our own ship, and then--"
Captain Crane's face was flushed with intense excitement, and her
fingers were moving as though she felt the delicate controls of the
space ship under them even now.
"Could you pilot it?" I asked.
"_Could_ I! Give me the chance!" she cried.
"All right," I snapped, "we will!"
And in that second I enlarged my plans to take this gorgeous new
development into account.
"Fight to take the cruiser," I ordered. "Captain Crane, Koto, LeConte,
get aboard as soon as you can cut your way through. I'll take care of
our ship and the kotomite at that time and join you, if possible. Come
on!"
Thus was it decided. Thus did we enter our fight with an outlook as
utterly different from our original one as hope is different from
despair. Our discovery of the cruiser had been almost accidental, a
thing which might never have taken place except for our trip to get the
spikes of jade. Surely such a happy accident had never happened before!
* * * * *
The moment I gave the command to go ahead, and we started to run, all of
the ugly, bird-like faces of the Orconites across the tunnel became
convulsed, and the creatures commenced to howl at us. Before we hurled
ourselves against the line, swift reinforcements shot through the air
over our heads and joined them, and the temporary uncertainty which had
held them gave way, so that they met our advance with an advance of
their own. But we did not care.
A few smashing blows which I delivered with my fists served to bring
screams of agony from the several creatures immediately about me, and as
one or two staggered and crashed to the floor, the others gave way a
little. In a moment I was through the line to the pile of stalactites.
And the others were through with me.
"Here you go, Koto!" I cried, and stooping down in spite of the jostling
bodies and clammy hands that tried to prevent us, I caught up one of the
long, needle-pointed, heavy stalactites. As I shoved it at him and
snatched another for myself, Captain Crane and the others armed
themselves.
By this time every Orconite in the heavy guard was on the spot, and the
whole mass was all over us, gasping, burbling, flapping their wings,
fighting to clutch at us with their hideous orange hands and waving
antennae. Decidedly the fight was on, and I was forced to admit the fact
that, though these creatures might be sheep, even sheep have power. But
the first skirmish was already won, and I had faith that we could win
the real battle.
I balanced my peculiar weapon in my hand to get the feel of it, then
brushed aside a pair of sucking paws which were trying to take it from
me, and plunged the spike clean through the body of the man who held me.
He fell without making a sound. I regained my weapon by planting my boot
on his chest and wrenching it free.
I swung the spike like a club and crushed two heads with a single blow
at each. A downward blow served almost to hack a long, clutching arm
from an Orconite's body. With four men out of the struggle, I looked to
see how my companions were faring, and was assured by a single glance
that they were as well off as I.
* * * * *
Encouraged greatly, I met an advance of pressing, jostling bodies by a
return to my original technique of stabbing. I stabbed every time a hand
reached out to hold me, and if I did not take a life with each stab, I
at least drew a spout of greenish-colored blood.
It was not a nice business, any of it, especially as the Orconites were
as fearless before our onslaught as they were powerless. But it had to
be done. We were fighting for far more than our own lives.
The blue-lighted corridor with its rippling sounds of static and its
gigantic ammeters became worse than a shambles. We walked upon, stumbled
over, wallowed amongst the piled corpses of the slain, whose master,
knowing more of the science of destructive warfare than any other being
in the Universe, had nevertheless forgotten that it was still possible
for mankind to fight with their hands.
Such a fight could have only one ending.
When the end came I saw that Virginia Crane was splashed with the ugly
blood of the Orconites from her smooth forehead to the soles of her
flying boots, but she was unhurt. The rest of us were likewise
blood-stained and uninjured. We were all too excited to feel tired. The
moment the pressure about us began to relax, she surged toward the
waiting cruiser at the end of the tunnel, and I shouted to Koto and
LeConte.
"Go and help her, you two! I'll do the work on our ship!"
They did not question my order, but obeyed.
There were only ten or a dozen of the winged ones left now, and when the
two men leaped after the woman, it was easy for me to fight a jabbing,
slashing battle which not only protected the retreat, but enabled me to
work my way slowly toward our own ship and its kotomite.
* * * * *
With Leider's cruiser already headed toward the tunnel which led out
from the underground hangar, I knew that it could be taken into space
with a minimum loss of time. I believed that I could get an atomic gun
going in our hold quickly, too. My hopes rose high as I darted a glance
over my shoulder and saw Captain Crane and Koto taking, three at a time,
the gangway steps which led to the deck and control room, with LeConte
directly behind them. Now there were only seven guards left instead of a
dozen, and those were at last showing signs of being cowed. I cut down
two, and gave a great bound which carried me away from the others in the
direction of our wrecked ship.
No sooner, though, did I tense myself for a second leap than I felt a
nerveless sensation in my knees, as though the bones had turned to
butter, and knew that my high hopes had budded too soon. Instead of
leaping, I staggered on for two short steps, then stopped because I
could stagger no farther. Looking back at the cruiser, I saw that
LeConte, still on the gangway, had stopped also. Captain Crane and Koto
were making weak, despairing signs at me from the entrance to the
control room. Both of them looked as sick as cats. I heard a laugh, a
shrill, rasping sort of laugh, from the forward end of the bright
cruiser, and I looked in that direction.
I saw a short man, bald headed, with frog eyes peering at us from behind
thick prismatic glasses. He was clad in baggy green overalls, and was
slowly waving in our direction a glistening metal tube which he held in
both hands. From the end of the tube emanated a purplish light.
"You were clever, my good young friends," he chortled, "to think of
fighting with your hands, but you were not quite quick enough. Not
to-day goes anyone in my cruiser! What do you think of the enervating
ray, heh? Ingenious, not? Ludwig Leider discovered it. I am Ludwig
Leider. You shall come with me and with your own eyes watch the
de-energizing of New York and Paris and Berlin. For I am ready to do
away with your paltry Earth now!"
I felt the last energy ooze out of me and I sunk, all in a heap, on the
floor of Ludwig Leider's cavern.