The Globe of Crimson Doom
For some time I had felt that Sam was afraid of something, of a danger
more personal than the freezing of the earth. He had said little about
it, but from his hints I gathered that he thought the mysterious force
he was struggling against might do something to sweep him and his
machine out of the way. He spent hours alone in the little room, with
the apparatus that registered new force in the ether, manipulating his
switches and dials, with the phones on his ears, and his eyes fixed on
the color screen, listening and watching intently--for what?
There was no man on earth with enough knowledge of science to follow
him. None could have understood his explanations, even if he had given
them. So the world will never know.
It was just after sunset that the amazing thing took place that showed
the full power and alertness of the incredible force that menaced the
earth. I was sitting in a folding chair on the narrow white metal deck
of the machine, leaning back against the squat conning-tower, with the
black muzzle of the little gun sticking out over my head. I had a book
in my hand, but it was closed, and I was gazing out at the sea.
Sam was still at the house, although it was past our usual supper time.
Suddenly my attention was attracted by a faint hail. I glanced toward
the cottage and saw him running toward me at a desperate pace, head
down and legs working like pistons.
Though I was unable to imagine what the matter might be, I got up,
opened the hatch, carried down my chair and started the motors, in case
he might want to move the machine. In a moment I heard him scrambling
up the ladder at the side, heard his quick footsteps across the deck.
He dived into the room, shouting breathlessly, "It's coming! Quick!
Start--"
Before I could move, he had brushed me from the instrument board. The
heavy throbbing drone of the hydrodyne units rose higher, and in an
instant the Omnimobile had lunged forward, with a great rattle and
clanking of metal, so suddenly that I fell against the wall.
I was amazed at the speed we developed. Sam was not sparing the
machinery. The clanging roar was almost deafening. The whole machine
vibrated to the engine beat, and it rolled and tossed so much that I
could hardly recover my feet. With face set and expressionless, with
blue eyes straight ahead, Sam stood with his hands on the levers.
He went straight up the beach, without regard for trees or fences.
Suddenly he swung the wheel about in a wild attempt to avoid a shelving
declivity that led down to the water. Our speed was too great. Momentum
carried us on. The machine rolled over completely, tossing me about the
padded conning-tower like a doll. When I got up again the invincible
machine was still forging on, with Sam undisturbed at the controls.
We were two miles from the cottage when he brought the Omnimobile to a
standstill on the hard white sand a hundred yards above the water, and
turned off the engines. With a sigh of relief he turned to face me,
pulling out a red bandanna to wipe the beads of sweat from his brow. He
grinned faintly.
"Rather a narrow squeak, that! I was not looking for it--so soon. We
were just in time; I thought they had us!"
"But what--what is it?" I stammered, still seeing no cause for our mad
flight, though I had no doubt there had been cause enough. "Who--"
"Wait and see," Sam suggested grimly. "I hadn't imagined they could
do such a thing! I just happened to pick up the warning in time. Mel,
the thing we're fighting must be a million years ahead of us! I never
dreamed of such a thing!"
I looked out through the thick lenticular windows of the conning-tower,
but failed to see anything unusual.
"Get your binoculars and we'll go on deck," Sam said. "I'm sure we're
out of danger here."
I was not so sure about that, but I got the heavy glasses, and we
stepped out on the metal deck. I looked back in the direction of the
place whence we had come. The world was very still. Even the sea was
almost silent. The old cottage on the hill behind us seemed suddenly
very desolate and lonely, standing out, a solitary dark point, against
the dying glow of the westward sky. It seemed very bleak and ancient.
And then I saw a curious thing--an astonishing thing. There was
something _bright_ hanging in the air a hundred yards above the
building--something that shone with a silvery gleam! Steadily it grew
brighter against the dull, somber curtain of the darkling western sky.
Then I saw that it was a huge globe of white, metallic light. It was a
great gleaming silver ball, evidently many feet in diameter! It glowed
with a queer, unnatural effulgence! It was like a little floating moon!
In a moment I saw that a faint greenish haze was gathering about it.
With astonishing swiftness a veil of glowing green mist was drawn
about the sphere of shining white. It became a vast luminous green
cloud that swirled and shifted in thin feathery streamers, drawn
around the shining central globe. It swam, and swirled, and grew! It
wheeled madly, dizzily, ever reaching out. It was a mist of flame
like the photosphere about the sun. A strange, weird light shone from
it, lighting the sea and the beach and the woodland about the doomed
building with an uncanny radiance!
Quite abruptly two narrow beams of a thick, misty purple fire darted
out of the silver core of the amazing thing, and, flashing over the
ground, fixed themselves upon the cottage! They were like thin,
unpleasant fingers of purple fog! There was something terrible in the
swift sureness of their motions! They moved as if they were seeing
eyes, or tentacles--feeling, searching!
Suddenly they were gone. In a moment I noted a change. The seething
clouds of green were sucked down. They drew into a dense cyclonic
vortex of flame about the old house, like a falling torrent of molten
emerald. The building was half hidden in the thick, racing fog. I
strained my ears, but not a sound did I hear, save the soft whisper of
the sea. The cloak of green mist swirled about its core with a silence
that was complete--and terrible!
[Illustration: _In a moment I noticed a change. The seething clouds of
green were sucked down. They drew into a dense cyclone vortex of flame
about the old house._]
Suddenly the ancient house burst into strange red incandescence. The
chimney, gables and corners shone with a dull, lurid scarlet fire.
There was no flame, just a dusky, crimson gleam! It grew brighter and
deeper, until it was an intense, bloody glare. And then the climbing
vines and trees about it, gleaming like ruby plants, began to melt
away! The house began to dissolve into crimson light!
The green mist swirled lower. The silvery central moon waxed brighter.
Once or twice thin fingers of purple mist were again thrust out
exploringly, all in a silence of death. And the red gleam grew! The
house glowed as though washed in a rain of blood. And swiftly it faded
into that awful light!
The chimney tottered and came down in a shower of red sparks that faded
into nothingness before they touched the ground. The roof fell, and the
remnant of the walls collapsed upon it in a heap of crimson dust of
fire that faded swiftly--dissolved--vanished!
The little hill was a bare red waste, gleaming with that terrible
scarlet glare. The two purple tentacles of misty flame shot out again,
and swept searchingly over the spot. Suddenly the green mist stopped
its seething motion. Its fires died out. It grew dim, faded, was gone
like a cloud of dissipating steam. The white glow of the silver globe
waxed dull, and suddenly it, too, was no more.
Quickly the red glow faded from the weirdly denuded hilltop, and the
night fell in a heavy mantle. I stood wrapt in a spell of amazement and
terror.