_The Fight on the Rock Summit_
Alt who was standing with Dianne and Ahlma, must have realized from my
attitude that something was wrong. I stood stammering, clutching at
Drake. Then I got it out.
"Hide, Drake! This isn't our room--that's not father up there!"
We swung back, and I shouted, "Alt, back!"
Alt had already drawn the girls into the shelter of an overhanging
rock. We crouched for a moment, not daring to move. Had we been seen
from above? A blast of poisoned liquid from a spray up there could
kill us here instantly. Or a monstrous finger could come down with a
swoop and mash us.
Drake murmured, "Shall we take the diminishing drug? Make a run for it,
and back?"
Failure. It beat at me. All our plans gone down into defeat. This was
defeat--death for us. A retreat into the abyss; but we would meet the
Togarites coming out! And where was father? What had happened up here?
Alt whispered, "We must get back in."
Drake gripped me. "Are you sure, Frank? Father may have changed things
around. If we go back in, without knowing--that's the end, Frank! The
end for us all; for the Mitans, depending on us. What will we do?"
The girls crouched, silent, white-faced. It was only a moment or so.
We never reached a decision--it was forced upon us. From the edge of
the rocky slope near at hand a man's head and shoulders appeared! A man
about our own size! He was climbing up from the plain upon which the
rock lay. A long bar of metal, thin as a sword, was in his teeth.
He was a hatless, bullet-headed Togarite, a heavy-set fellow, naked
to the waist, with dark hair matting his thick chest. He saw us! He
shouted and others appeared behind him. Four of them altogether.
Of us all, Alt was the one who had most presence of mind. The Togarite
shouted at us. Alt understood the words. He shoved the girls lower
behind the rock; he snatched my flag, and stood up, waving it. I caught
his words to Drake.
"They don't know if we're friends or enemies."
The rock was, as I had feared, out of father's possession. But it was
being guarded now by a method wholly different. The giants in the room
overhead had doubtless not yet seen us. They were, I guessed, not
overly alert, because four of their men in this smaller size were down
here watching for any who might come.
Instant, swift impressions. I realized that Togaro was expected. The
Togarites were coming. It would be difficult to tell a friend from an
enemy--and so the guards were put into this smaller size.
Alt waved our flag, and shouted something in his own language. The
Togarites stood in a group, twenty feet away, regarding us; four of
them, with drug belts, and armed with the swordlike bars. They seemed
impressed with our flag. They called again to Alt, and again he
answered. To us, Alt flung over his shoulder:
"Doubting us, Drake! If I get them over here, leap upon them. They are
only four."
We were three. But Drake had an automatic. He said softly, "Yes, Alt!
Closer--we must get them all. Then, if we're not seen from above--"
The Togarites were cautiously advancing. Then they must have seen
Dianne! Recognized her golden robe perhaps. They stopped, and then with
menacing shouts came running at us.
Alt flung down his flag. "Now!" He made a rush, with Drake and me after
him. Drake's automatic spat. The leading Togarite stumbled, fell and
lay motionless. The others leaped over him. Drake raised his weapon
again; but one of the Togarites flung a bar. It struck Drake's arm. The
automatic clattered away; Drake and the fellow locked together and went
down, rolling on the ground.
The other two rushed at Alt. He met them full. I was close behind him.
His fists flew; he caught one of his assailants in the face. But the
other struck with the bar. It must have landed upon Alt's head. He
crumpled.
I was gripped by the fourth Togarite--the one Alt had hit. His bar
missed me. I caught at his arm; held it, tried to wrench away his
weapon. We struggled on the uneven ground. He was a burly fellow. I
wound my legs around him, and suddenly he stumbled and fell. I twisted
and came down on top, but could not hold him. His lunge heaved me up.
I was flung sidewise, but as I scrambled, my hand seized a metal bar
which had been dropped. I clung to it.
Then the other Togarite leaped upon me. He was finished with Alt. He
jumped upon me as I was trying to rise. I rolled, with the two of them
pounding at me. The bars were thin but heavy things. I warded a blow
from my head. Then my hand with the bar hit one of the men. He fell
away from me.
I was aware of Drake shouting, "Coming, Frank!"
My remaining antagonist had me by the throat. He was half on top of me.
Beyond his ugly distorted face I saw Drake rising--and the Togarite
under him lay inert.
I was pinned. My breath was stopped. In another moment I would have
been unconscious. But Drake came with a leap. He had seized his
automatic where it lay on the rocks. The butt of it crashed against the
skull of the man over me.
My senses faded, but came instantly back. Drake was pulling the body
off me. He helped me up. Around us lay the four Togarites, motionless.
Alt was lying here also. And Alt, I thought, was dead.
Dianne and Ahlma came running forward.
We stood a moment breathless, confused, undecided what to do. The
white-faced, trembling girls bent over Alt. The blow on the head had
perhaps only stunned him. But there was a sharpened bar of metal now,
sticking gruesomely in his side.
The thing had happened so swiftly! Overhead in some strange, monstrous
room, giants were sitting. As Drake and I stood here in the silence,
victorious in this fight, but with our dead friend here, the rumble of
the talking giants overhead was plainly audible. To them, all this was
a tiny combat, fought upon a quarter of an inch of rock surface. They
had not yet seen or heard us, not realizing that anything unusual was
transpiring on the small chunk of rock at their feet. Ants may fight in
deadly combat and the human, whose shoes is their battle ground may be
all unaware of them.
I pulled myself together. "Drake, we've got to hide these bodies!
Perhaps we can avoid discovery."
There were many recesses here. We dragged and tumbled the bodies out of
sight, or at least what we hoped would be out of sight of the people
overhead.
Drake panted, "We'll have a few minutes, maybe. But they're likely to
discover that their guards are gone."
"Drake, let's not go back in. We've got to get out, Drake! Out to the
world with these drugs--and with a warning of what is coming."
"And get to father. Oh, Frank--"
He did not finish. Had father been killed?
"We'll get out," I said. "Here, put these vials in your belt, you've
got more room." We were despoiling the dead Togarites of their drug
supply. We hurried from the last one, back to where Alt lay with Dianne
and Ahlma over him. They were in plain sight from above.
"Carry him somewhere, Drake. We mustn't be seen--above everything, not
be seen. Is he dead, Dianne?"
She answered, with a surprising hushed calmness, "No, not yet. Our poor
friend!"
We lifted him up, as quietly as we could. In a small ravine with a
jutting rock above it, we laid him down.
"The best we can do, Drake."