The Battle in the Mist
For perhaps an hour we sat there on the rock. As soon as the smoke
cleared, we could see the crimson needles flying high upon their vague
red tracks, and we watched them with a sort of hypnotic fascination,
dreading the moment when one of them would land to investigate the fate
of the ship that lay silent and presumably empty before us. The ground
was still too hot for us to walk upon, and we felt the uselessness
of attempting to escape on foot, even if it had already cooled. With
a feeling of resigned and hopeless horror, we saw one of the crimson
pencils circle lower about the place, then disappear in the direction
of its lair beyond the Silver Lake.
Even as the whistling roar of its passage was rolling down upon us,
Melvar spoke. How I admire the courage and indomitable resourcefulness
of the girl. When I was hopelessly lost in despair, feeling all the
desolation of this region and the infinite remoteness of the world of
men, her pure rich voice and the warm living touch of her hand brought
new courage to me.
"The Krimlu are coming," she cried. "There is no use to try to fight
them, or to try to outrun them. But that ship must be empty. The walls
are metal and strong. Perhaps they could not open it."
While there were several things about the proposition that were not
very attractive, it seemed our best resource; and, besides, I had
a keen desire to see the interior of the thing. We gathered up our
equipment, climbed off the boulder, and hurried over to the cylinder. I
was possessed by a haunting fear that we would find something hideous
awaiting us, but the bright pencil of light from my pocket lamp
revealed no living being in the long interior, nor could I find even
a trace of the green patch that had blown up in front of the door. We
scrambled through the opening without difficulty and I turned a handle
that swung the heavy door shut and evidently locked it.
Then I set about examining the mechanism, for I had an intense
curiosity about the propulsive force that enabled the vessel to attain
a speed that must have reached thousands of miles per hour. In one
end were rows of long cylinders of a transparent substance, evidently
filled with the metallic fluid from the Silver Lake. Pipes ran from
them to a complex mechanism in the rear end of the ship, from which
heavy conduits ran all over the inside of the metal hull. While my
understanding of it all was far from complete, I was able to verify
a previous idea--that the strange vessels were driven by use of the
rocket principle. It seems that the silver fluid was decomposed
in the machine, and that the purple gas it formed, at a very high
temperature, was forced out through the various tubes at a terrific
velocity, propelling the ship by its reaction. The whistling roar of
the things in motion was, of course, the sound of the escaping gas, and
the red-purple tracks were merely the expelled gas hanging in the air.
The green globe in the forward end may have been the objective lens
for a marvelous periscope. At any rate the walls of the forward part
of the shell seemed transparent. And the periscope must have utilized
infra-red rays, for the scene about us seemed much brighter than it,
in reality, was. We could see very plainly the burned plain and the
granite rock, and once, through a rift in the clouds of smoke that were
rising all about, I caught a glimpse of the gleaming city of Astran,
high above us in the west.
I noticed a slender lever, with a corrugated disc at the top, rising
out of the floor in the bow of the ship. It occurred to me that it was
the control lever. I took hold of it and gingerly pushed it back. Great
jets of purple gas rushed past the transparent walls about us, and the
ship slid backward on the ground. The sensation of motion was most
alarming. The illusion of the transparency of the bow of the ship was
so perfect that it seemed almost as if we were hanging in space a few
feet in front of the mouth of an open tube. It was impossible for me to
realize that I was surrounded by solid walls of metal, until I touched
them. I think the wonderful telescope worked on much the same principle
as television apparatus--that is, that the rays of light were picked
up, converted into electrical impulses, amplified, and then projected
on the metal wall, which served as a screen.
[Illustration: It was holding my rifle, turning it and feeling it with
its slender finger-like tentacles. When the gun went off, it took a
grotesquely half-human attitude of surprise.]
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Battle In the Air
I returned to my experiments with the lever. The control was relatively
simple. The vessel was propelled forward when the lever was pushed
forward, and reversed when the lever was pulled back. Slipping the
little disc up or down raised or lowered the prow, and twisting the
thing accomplished the steering in the horizontal plane.
By the time my cautious experiments had revealed all of that, Melvar
had pointed out three slender crimson craft, wheeling low about us,
and evidently preparing to land. I pulled the knob up, and pushed it
forward all the way. A pale red beam shot ahead. The black landscape
dropped away from us, and we hurtled through the air of the night. I
was amazed at the lack of any great sensation of motion, and that the
jets of gas, for all their appalling roar without, were barely audible
within the cylinder. Still the fore part of the ship was transparent
from within, so that we had the oddest sensation of floating free in
space.
I saw that the three ships had fallen in a line behind us, and were
following at the same terrific pace. When we had reached an altitude of
perhaps a mile, I twisted the knob to bring the helm about, and we shot
over the Silver Lake, which lay like a white desert of moonlit sand
beneath us, standing out sharply against the dark plain around it. In
a moment we had gone over it, and over the low hills beyond, and into
the bank of purple mist. I had hoped to have time to land and have the
vessel on the ground below, but I looked back and saw that our pursuers
were gaining swiftly, and that slender twisting rays of bright orange
and green were darting toward us from the hurtling arrow-like ships of
red.
In the darkness and the mist we could see nothing of the ground below.
The only visible things were a few mist-veiled stars above, and the
bright scarlet torpedoes that shot after us. Quickly I circled and
raised the helm. I was almost intoxicated with excitement, and the
indescribable sensations of our swift and lofty flight. I felt released
from all the weaknesses of the body; I felt as if I had conquered the
force that holds all men to earth. I felt a new and wonderful sensation
of freedom and power. I had but to move the little piece of metal in my
hand to go where I pleased with the speed, almost, of light. But still
came the line of ships behind us, at an incredible pace, stabbing at us
with the green and orange rays.
Then, high above the others, I brought the ship around in a hair-pin
turn, and plunged directly at them. They tried to turn aside, while
their rays shot thickly toward us, but our speed was too great. The
foremost suddenly turned broadside toward us, attempting to get out of
our path. I held our bow directly at it; raised it a trifle at the
last instant. The keel of our vessel struck the other amidships. The
terrific crash of the collision hurled us to the floor.
When I regained my feet we were falling in a crazy twisting path, our
ship altogether out of control. No sooner was I on my feet than the
floor tilted up again and I fell back to my hands and knees. I saw that
the one we had struck was broken in two and plunging toward the earth
far behind us, while the other two were circling about, far overhead.
The mist about us grew thicker until the other ships, and the fragments
of the wrecked one, were strangely colored purple; thicker still, until
they vanished. We floated in a world of purple fog.
I seized the control lever as soon as our wild gyrations enabled me to
reach it, but my unskilled efforts only resulted in making us roll and
twist more wildly. So long as we had been on an even keel the piloting
had been easy enough, although I imagine my success in ramming the
other ship had been largely due to luck; but the blow against us had
been sidewise, setting the ship to spinning like a top. It seemed that
we fell an interminable time. Whenever the stern pointed downward for
a moment, I pushed the lever forward, to check our fall as much as
possible.
Through the mist I suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark ground below.
In another instant the vessel had struck heavily, throwing us against
the floor again.
Day was beginning to break at last, and we could see that we had fallen
on a bare, gravelly hilltop. The clear space was only an acre or so
in extent. We were shut in on all sides by a dense, dark forest of
gigantic trees, that rose threateningly, seeming to grasp us, to close
in on us. The purple mist hung in a sombre curtain overhead, only
faintly lighted by the coming day.
* * * * *
The Silver Falls
Naro and I strapped on our packs, picked up our weapons, and opened
the door. The three of us stepped out to face the perils of another
world. What they might be, we did not know. I had no idea, even, what
part of the country was inhabited by the _Krimlu_. But Austen had not
let himself be conquered by the mere strangeness of the place. I still
hoped to be able to find him, although a search in such a jungle as
that about us seemed hopeless.
The walls of the rocket-ship were still glowing dully red with the heat
of its passage through the air, and we hurried away over the gravel
for fifty yards, to get beyond the fierce heat it radiated. The patch
of sky above was a dull, dusky, luminescent purple. It seemed almost
as if the mist shut out the daylight and lit the valley with a weird
radiance of its own. All about us towered the forest. As the light
grew better, we could see that the trees were red. They bore the same
feathery fronds, the same star-like flowers of brilliant white, and the
same golden-brown fruits as the plants of the plain about Astran. But
they were immensely greater; they towered up hundreds of feet. It was
like a forest of the tree-ferns of the Carboniferous period, save for
the deep bloody scarlet of the leaves. In fact, I think the red plants
are descended from some of them, strangely developed by the unusual
climatic conditions of the crater, or by the purple mist.
The ground all about the gravelly knoll was low and marshy, and the air
was heavy with the odors of rotting vegetation. There was no wind; and
the air, under the great atmospheric pressure, was heavy, moist and
hot. It was oppressive. It hung like a weight upon our chests. And the
crimson jungle seemed to possess a terrible life and spirit of its own.
It did not belong to our world.
The undergrowth was very thick. The higher branches were dimmed by the
purple mist. They seemed almost to reach the heavy, dull purple sky. It
appeared useless to try to penetrate it. It was an evil being waiting
to seize us the moment we crossed its bounds.
I got out my compass, and we decided to try to make our way toward the
north, in the direction of the pass by which we supposed Austen to
have rounded the Silver Lake. As I had last noted our position above
the mist, with reference to the lake and the crater walls, we had been
about fifteen miles south of the pass, at an estimate. I hoped, by
taking a course in that direction, to come across some trace of Austen.
As we approached the north side of the clearing, I made a startling
discovery.
In the side of the hill was a deposit of iron pyrites. Not that there
was anything remarkable about that. But the thing that struck me was
that the vein had been recently worked! I sprang down in the pit and
found on the rock traces of copper that had evidently come from soft
copper tools. I knew that Austen would have needed minerals, that,
indeed, if he had set up a wireless outfit in here, he must have been
compelled to do an immense amount of work in collecting and refining
the needed materials. I had little doubt that he had been there, but it
had been evidently weeks or months ago. Any trail that he might have
made through the forest would have already grown up.
I thought the situation over for a while, but still there seemed
nothing better to do than to follow our original plan of exploring the
jungle to the north. We plunged into the crimson gloom. Without the
compass we would have been quickly lost. Even with it, it was hard
enough to keep in the same direction, walking over the marshy, sodden
ground and breaking a path through the heavy undergrowth. We were soon
covered with mud and dyed red with the stain of the weird vegetation.
For many hours we struggled through a wilderness of endless sameness--a
dank morass, a crimson jungle, with the dusky purple sky hanging
heavily in the treetops. The bloody scarlet gloom was startling and
terrible.
At first the forest had been quiet, with a silence that was dead and
depressing, for there were no living things about us. No birds, no
insects--not even a bright moth or butterfly. It was a wilderness
of death. But presently we heard, far ahead of us, a dull, constant
roar, that grew ever louder as we went on. I supposed that we were
approaching a great waterfall. At last it grew so loud that we had to
shout when we wished one another to hear our words. I was glad of the
roar, for it drowned the sound of our progress through the jungle. But
the forest was so dense that there seemed little danger of our capture
unless we stumbled unaware on the habitation of the _Krimlu_.
Abruptly the jungle ended, and we stepped out on a bare ledge of stone.
Before us was one of the most magnificent spectacles that I have
beheld. To the west of us a great black cliff rose perhaps a thousand
feet--until it was almost lost against the lowering, smoky purple of
the sky. Over it plunged a vast sheet of the glowing white liquid of
the Silver Lake, falling in a gigantic unbroken arch to the immense
pool beneath us, where it broke, with a deafening roar, into a gleaming
bank of soft silver haze. Surrounding the black rock rims of the pool,
the gloomy crimson of the forest closed in. The pool was a thousand
feet across. The whole scene was colossal; it was awe-inspiring and
impressive for the strangeness and intensity of its color.
There was no visible outlet for the silver liquid; so I knew that it
must find its way off underground. I knew that we must be far below
the level of the Silver Lake and the plain beyond. That fact may have
accounted for the more luxuriant growth of the red vegetation.
Suddenly Naro reported the discovery of the comparatively fresh print
of a hob-nailed boot in a little patch of mould on the rock. That set
us to looking again for traces of Austen, and presently we found a
fairly well-defined trail that led off to the east. We followed it
eagerly. When we had gone perhaps a mile we came to an outcropping seam
of coal. There I found the plain marks of a copper pick. Evidently a
good deal of coal had been dug up and carried off down the trail.