He beamed his radio to its fullest extent. "Daley," he said. "Daley,
come in. Jerry. Cohan. Caleskie. Kole. Come in, anyone."
"Kole here, Captain. I'm on the plain. It was all fouled up in that
cave."
"What can you see?"
"They've got the big trap out of the ship," said the distant, tinny
voice of the crewman. "What a waste of good liquor! Beg your pardon,
Captain."
"Giants?" Pink asked.
"About a million of 'em, all headed for the trap. We should have tried
it first. Did you know Caleskie got his?"
"No, I didn't know. We had to suck them out into the open before they
could spot the trap, Kole. Is Lieutenant Daley in sight?"
"I saw him a while back, sir. He was headed out of a cave with the O. O.
But it turned out they were going the wrong way, because I--"
"Thanks, Kole. Report aboard ship. Don't get mixed up with the giants."
"They won't bother me, sir. It's like a bunch of big bees tearing after
a vat of nectar out here. They don't even see me."
"What did he mean?" asked Circe. "A trap?"
"Plastikoided lead box, twelve by twelve feet. All the alcohol in the
ship was poured into it an hour after we left, and they set it outside
as far from the ship as they could safely go. I didn't know it would
work, but it was a try. It still doesn't affect Jackson's orders. I
didn't know, I still don't know, but that some of the djinn can resist
the stuff."
"The _what_?" she asked, startled.
"Never mind. We've got about a quarter hour to get back. Where in blazes
is Daley?"
A small, weakened voice said in his ear, "I'm here, Pink. Jerry too. But
he's out cold. I don't feel so hot myself."
"Daley!" he roared. "Where are you?"
"Big cave, about size of Texas. Came across it trying to find our way
out. Lot of giants here. One of them saw us and picked us up and banged
us together. I think he must be saving us for a hearty lunch. He's
sitting ten feet off watching us."
"Your guns, boy!"
"No good. All the slugs are gone. Pink," said the weak, worried voice,
"do you know what time it is? You better hightail it for the ship."
"I'm coming after you," said Pink.
"Don't be a heroic son of a space cook, Pink!"
"Shut up and lie still." He switched his radio to close quarters.
"Honey, you make for the _Child_. I'll pick up the boys and be right
with you."
"You're crazy," she said flatly. "I wouldn't leave you if--"
He had switched on his chest lamp and drawn out a pen and paper from his
pocket kit. "I'm going to write Jackson a note countermanding the order.
Take it to him."
"You're wasting your time," she said grimly. "If you're going into the
cave, I'm going too."
"You fathead, you can save the ship by taking this note."
"You're doing it to save me. I won't. What happens to you happens to
me."
"My God the whole damn ship--"
"Doesn't matter to me if you're gone, Pink." Her voice was strange,
half-hysterical and oddly loving. "I don't know why I feel this way
about you, Pink. I've never been in love before. If I hadn't been
stranded, I'd be old enough to be your mother. You're a big cold
dedicated spaceman, but I love you. Lead the way, if you're going to
make a fool of yourself."
* * * * *
In that moment Pink learned wisdom, for he gave up his attempt at a note
and bounded to his feet. Some well-spring of instinct had told him that
a man could never argue a woman out of anything.
"Got your automatic?"
"And a full clip left."
"Come on, baby."
They ran down the cavernous corridor, grotesque tiny fleas making
unbelievable leaps. In seconds they had entered the grotto.
Many, too many giants were still there. Some of them seemed not to have
seen anything of the hectic occurrences, others were standing in small
groups (if anything formed of thousand-foot beings could be called
small, thought Pink as he rocketed along) motioning hugely to one
another.
"Stay close," he called to Circe. She was moving as fast as he, her
light frame an asset. They ran down one side of the cavern, ignoring
giants who did not at first notice them. Pink beamed out his radio and
said, "Daley! Locate yourself." "I'm in the cavern."
"You ape," said Daley, "why'd you come? We're in front of an entrance
that's the middle one of three. Spot it?"
"I see four sets of three," said Pink, heading for the nearest as his
heart sank.
"Sorry, I can't see any more than these. Be careful, old boy." There was
a pause. "We have twelve minutes left," said the senior lieutenant
calmly.
The first of the triple entrances--had they been built, or were they
natural?--was at hand. Three gigantic djinn sat near them. The ground,
uneven as a lava flow solidified, might have concealed a score of
humans. Pink gave a high leap, surveyed the terrain as he floated down.
Nobody here. But a giant saw him.
Pink shot him in the ankle and dived like a skin-swimmer between his
legs. He had lost Circe. He pivoted, wide-eyed, and saw her beneath the
skyscraper torso of a bending giant. Their lamps were drawing attention
now. He saw her shoot the titan and fly off at a tangent, disappearing
behind others of the enemy.
Sixth sense warning prickled his neck. He whirled again to pot at a
groping hand the size of a ten-story house; the hand contracted,
bunched, groped outward and was hidden as the body fell upon it. Pink
saved himself by a frantic backward shove that jolted him into the wall.
Circe sped by and he followed, shouting into his radio. They joined
hands and aimed for the next entrances, a mile down the hall.
Four speeding djinn abruptly barred their path, express-flying down on
them.