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Night of Terror by Desmond Bagley

impromptu lecture. I hastened to correct myself.

“Don’t worry, the billions of tons I promised you will be there, even

if it does lie only one layer thick. There are lots of things we have

to find out still.” We arrived in the vicinity of the last site with

members of the crew, rather ludicrously, peering at the surface of the

ocean as if it could show them anything. Geordie said, “Right now

which way?” I drew a pencil line on his chart. “Follow that course,

please.” As we sailed I watched the trace of the echometer with

intense concentration. The line showed a gradual deepening of the

water – not a sudden drop, but a falling away as though from mountains

into the plains. After we had gone about ten miles the bottom began to

come up again from 13,000 feet. I made sure it wasn’t just a local

condition and then said, “I want to go back about two miles.” “Okay,”

Geordie said, and gave brisk orders. We were doing most of this work

under engine as it was tricky for sail, and I was grateful for the

continuing calm weather which gave us the minimum of wind and ocean

drift to contend with. I thought for just one envious moment of how

easy it would all be on land.

Campbell looked at my tracing. “What do you think?” “There’s some

sort of valley down there,” I said. “We’ve come from a ridge, crossed

the valley and begun to climb up towards the opposite ridge. I want to

go back and dredge where it’s deepest – it’s about 13,000 feet.”

Campbell rubbed his cheek. “Bit deep for commercial dredging with a

drag line.

You waste too much time just going down and coming up again.” “If the

stuff’s rich enough it should pay.” He grunted.

“That’s what we’re here to find out By now everyone knew what was in

the wind and there was a lot of tension as the dredge went down.

Ian was at the winch and Geordie himself at the wheel, keeping

Esmerelda on station. It seemed a particularly long time before Ian,

watching the cable tension meter, slipped the winch out of gear and,”

said, “She’s bottomed.” Geordie’s hand went to the engine controls.

Campbell swung round, fussing like an old hen. “Careful, Geordie, we,

don’t want any mistakes now.” Esmerelda crept forward, taking the

strain on the cable.

I could visualize the dredge at the bottom of the sea forward in utter

darkness, gathering the nodules into its maw like a vast-jawed

prehistoric creature Then the job was done and Ian had the winch. The

drum started to turn and the crew began to hand slimy cable into the

hold as it came off the drum seemed to take ages and the tension

increased unfairly twanged. Taffy said hoarsely,”For God’s sake, Ian,

pull your finger out. Geordie said calmly,”None of that, now. Take it

easy, Ian you’re doing just fine.” Thirteen thousand feet is nearly

two and a half miles. It takes a long time to haul a full dredge up

from that depth, especially when you’re not too sure of your cable and

taking it slowly. Normally nobody took any notice until the bucket

came inboard, but this time everyone’s attention was riveted, and when

at last the dredge broke surface there were many willing hands to swing

the boarding derrick out and bring the haul in.

Geordie had handed over the wheel to Danny and he ran forward to help

release the load. A cascade of nodules swept onto the deck, together

with the usual lot of slimy mud. Taffy stooped and picked up a

nodule.

“This doesn’t look any different to me,” he said, clowning

disappointment.

Ian said, “Ye daft loon. Leave it to Mike, would you? He knows what

he’s doing.” I hoped he was right.

Campbell said, “How long, Mike?” “The usual three hours. I can’t do

it any faster.” Nor did I – in fact it took longer. The lab wasn’t

very big and we had enough trouble with three of us working there. Now

Campbell insisted on coming in and watching, and wherever he stood or

sat he was in the way. In the end I bundled him out despite his

protests, but I could hear him pacing up and down in the passage-way.

At the end of three and three-quarter hours I opened the door and said,

“Congratulations, Mr Campbell. You’ve just become the father of a 9.7

percent cobalt nodule.” His eyes lit up. “We’ve hit it! By God,

we’ve hit it!” “Bang on the nose,” I agreed happily.

He leaned against the bulkhead and sighed deeply. “I never thought

we’d make it.” After a few moments his brain started to function again

and he said, “What’s the density?” “Ten pounds to the square foot.

That’ll keep you busy for the next few years.” His smile grew

jubilant.

“Come up to the saloon, all of you. Let’s have a drink on it.

Get Geordie down here.” In the saloon he opened the liquor cabinet and

produced bottles of whisky and gin, and set about pouring drinks with

great energy. Clare and I managed to linger in the passage just long

enough for a quick hug and kiss before joining him with Paula, and

Geordie arrived a moment later, beaming.

“To you, Mike. You’ve done a great job,” Campbell said,-”

expansively.

I included them all in the toast, and we drank it with great cheer.

“It isn’t finished yet, though,” I warned them. “We’ve got to find the

extent of the deposit. There’s a lot of proving to be done.”

“I know, I know,” Campbell said. “But that’s detail work.

Do you realize we’ve done it, Geordie?” “I’m very pleased for

you,”Geordie said formally.

“The hell with that. I’m pleased for all of us. How about, splicing

the main brace Geordie-with my compliments?”He waved to the

well-stocked cabinet.

“Well, I don’t know,”said Geordie judiciously. “I’ve still got a ship

to run. The lads off watch can have a dram, but those on duty will

have to wait awhile yet. There’s enough buzz going on up there as it

is.” He smiled and added, “I’m off watch myself.” Campbell laughed.

“Okay, join us.” Geordie cocked his head at me. “We’re still hove-to,

you know. Where do we go from here?” I said, “Ninety degrees from

your last course – to the south.

Tell the watch to keep an eye on the echometer and to keep tithe

deepest water they can. We’ll go for about twenty-five miles. If the

water shallows appreciably or we diverge to much off course I’d like to

know at once. And I think Clare had better give you the latest

bulletin, don’t you?” Clare produced a sheet of paper with the magic

figures, at Geordie took it up with him. Campbell turned to me. “You

trotted all that out glibly enough. I suppose you’ve got an idea.”

“I’ve got an idea of sorts. We came from a ridge and dredged in the

deepest part of a valley. Now I want to run along the valley to see

how far it stretches each way. The echometer record will give us a lot

of useful information, and we’ll dredge at intervals along the

course.”

From the deck we heard the sound of cheering.

Campbell stopped in the act of pouring himself another drink.

“Everybody’s happy.” “Everyone except Ramirez,” I commented.

“I wish he’d sink,” said Paula, unexpectedly viciously.

Campbell frowned, then pushed the unwelcome thought from his mind; this

was no time for thinking of a chancy future. Geordie came back into

the saloon and Campbell pointed to the cabinet. “Pour your own.

I’m no man’s servant,” he said. Geordie grinned and picked up the

bottle.

I rolled a nodule onto the table. “Geordie’s a bit doubtful as to the

value of this. I promised I’d get you to talk figures.” Campbell

poked at it with one finger. “It sure doesn’t look like much, does it,

Geordie?” “Just like any other bit of rock we’ve been dredging up the

last couple of weeks,”Geordie said off handedly.

“It contains nearly ten percent cobalt. We don’t know much about

anything else that’s in it because Mike’s only checked for cobalt, but

we know there should be a fair amount of copper and vanadium and a lot

of iron – and manganese too of course. Now, I’m telling you and I

speak from experience, that the gross recoverable value will run to

about four hundred dollars a ton.”

Geordie was still not convinced.

“That doesn’t seem too valuable to me. I thought it was really

valuable – like gold or platinum.”

Campbell grinned delightedly and took a little slide rule from his

pocket. “You’d say the density would be pretty consistent over a wide

area, wouldn’t you, Mike?” “Oh yes.

In the centre of the concentration you can fairly well rely on that.”

“And what would you call a wide area?” I shrugged. “Oh, several

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