now,” he concluded, grimly.
He spoke truly. Before another word was said the outer screen flared white under a beam of terrific power, and
simultaneously there appeared upon one of the lookout plates a vivid picture of the pirate vessel-a huge, black
torpedo of steel” now emitting flaring offensive beams of force.
Instantly the powerful weapons of the Hyperion were brought to bear, and in the blast of full-driven beams the
stranger’s screens flared incandescent. Heavy guns, under the recoil of whose fierce salvos the frame of the giant
globe trembled and shuddered, shot out their tons of high explosive shell. But the pirate commander had known
accurately the strength of the liner, and knew that her armament was impotent against the forces at his command.
His screens were invulnerable, the giant shells were exploded harmlessly in mid-space, miles from their objective.
And suddenly a frightful pencil of flame stabbed brilliantly from the black bulk of the enemy. Through the empty
ether it tore, through the mighty defensive screens, through the tough metal of the outer and inner walls. Every
ether defense of the Hyperion vanished, and her acceleration dropped to a quarter of its normal value.
“Right through the battery room!” Bradley groaned. “We’re on the emergency drive now. Our rays are done for, and
we can’t seem to put a shell anywhere near her with our guns!”
But ineffective as the guns, were, they were silenced forever as a frightful beam of destruction stabbed relentlessly
through the control room, whiffing out of existence the pilot, gunnery, and lookout panels and the men before
them. The air rushed into space, and the suits of the three survivors bulged out into drum-head tightness as the
pressure in the room decreased.
Costigan pushed the captain lightly towards a wall, then seized the girl and leaped in the same direction.
“Let’s get out of here” quick!” he cried, the miniature radio instruments of the helmets automatically taking up the
duty of transmitting speech as the sound discs refused to function. “They can’t see us-our ether wall is still up and
their spy-rays can’t get through it from the outside” you know. They’re working from blue-prints, and they’ll
probably take your desk next,” and even as they bounded towards the door, now become the outer seal of an airlock”
the pirates’ beam tore through the space which they had just quitted.
Through the air lock, down through several levels of passengers’ quarters they hurried, and into a lifeboat, whose
one doorway commanded the full length of the third lounge -an ideal spot, either for defense or for escape outward
by means of the miniature cruiser. As they entered their retreat they felt their weight begin to increase. More and
more force was applied to the helpless liner, until it was moving at normal acceleration.
“What do you make of that” Costigan?” asked the captain. “Tractor beams?”
“Apparently. They’ve got something, all right. They’re taking us somewhere, fast. I’ll go get a couple of Standishes,
and another suit of armor-we’d better dig in,” and soon the small room became a veritable fortress, housing as it did
those two formidable engines of destruction. Then the first officer made another and longer trip, returning with a
complete suit of Triplanetary space armor” exactly like those worn by the two men, but considerably smaller.
“Just as an added factor of safety, you’d better put this on, Clio-those emergency suits aren’t good for much in a
battle. I don’t suppose you ever fired a Standish, did you?”
“No, but I can soon learn how to do it”” she replied pluckily.
“Two is all that can work here at once, but you should know how to take hold in case one of us goes out. And while
you’re changing suits you’d better put on some stuff I’ve got here-Service Special phones and detectors. Stick this
little disc on to your chest with this bit of tape; low down, out of sight. Just under your wishbone is the best place.
Take off your wristwatch and wear this one continuously-never take it off for a second. Put on these pearls, and
wear them all the time, too. Take this capsule and hide it against your skin, some place where it can’t be found
except by the most rigid search. Swallow it in an emergency-it goes down easily and works just as well inside as
outside. It is the most important thing of all you can get along with it alone if you lose everything else, but without
that capsule the whole system’s shot to pieces. With that outfit, if we should get separated, you can talk to us-we’re
both wearing ’em, although in somewhat different forms. You don’t need to talk loud-just a mutter will be enough.
They’re handy little outfits-almost impossible to find, and capable of a lot of things.”
“Thanks, Conway-I’ll remember that, too,” Clio replied, as she turned towards the tiny locker to follow his
instructions. “But won’t the scouts and patrols be catching us pretty quick? The operator sent a warning.”
“Afraid the ether’s empty, as far as we’re concerned.” Captain Bradley had stood by in silent astonishment during
this conversation. His eyes had bulged slightly at Costigan’s “we’re both wearing ’em,” but he had held his peace and
as the girl disappeared a look of dawning comprehension came over his face.
“Oh, I see, sir,” he said, respectfully-far more respectfully than he had ever before addressed a mere first officer.
“Meaning that we both will be wearing them shortly, I assume. `Service Specials’-but you didn’t specify exactly
what Service” did you?”
“Now that you mention it, I don’t believe that I did,” Costigan groaned.
“That explains several things about you-particularly your recognition of Vee-Two and your uncanny control and
speed of reaction. But aren’t you . . .”
“No,” Costigan interrupted. “This situation is apt to get altogether too serious to overlook any bets. If we get away”
I’ll take them away from her and she’ll never know that they aren’t routine equipment. As for you I know that you
can and do keep your mouth shut. That’s why I’m hanging this junk on you-I had a lot of stuff in my kit, but I flashed
it all with the Standish except what I brought in here for us three. Whether you think so or not, we’re in a real
jam-our chance of getting away is mighty close to zero . . .”
He broke off as the girl came back, now to all appearances a small Triplanetary officer, and the three settled down
to a long and eventless wait. Hour after hour they flew through the ether, but finally there was a lurching swing and
an abrupt increase in their acceleration. After a short consultation Captain Bradley turned on the visiray set and,
with the beam at its minimum power, peered cautiously downward, in the direction opposite to that in which he
knew the pirate vessel must be. All three stared into the plate, seeing only an infinity of emptiness, marked only by
the infinitely remote and coldly brilliant stars. While they stared into space a vast area of the heavens was blotted
out and they saw, faintly illuminated by a peculiar blue luminescence, a vast ball-a sphere so large and so close that
they seemed to be dropping downward towards it as though it were a world! They came to a stop, paused,
weightless-a vast door slid smoothly aside-they were drawn upward through an airlock and floated quietly in the air
above a small, but brightly-lighted and orderly city of metallic buildings! Gently the Hyperion was lowered, to
come to rest in the embracing arms of a regulation landing cradle.
“Well, wherever it is, we’re here”” remarked Captain Bradley, grimly, and:
“And now the fireworks start,” assented Costigan, with a questioning glance at the girl.
“Don’t mind me,” she answered his unspoken question. “I don’t believe in surrendering, either.”
“Right,” and both men squatted down behind the ether walls of their terrific weapons; the girl prone behind them.
They had not long to wait. A group of human beings men and to all appearances Americans-appeared unarmed in the
little lounge. As soon as they were well inside the room, Bradley and Costigan released upon them without
compunction the full power of their frightful projectors. From the reflectors, through the doorway, there tore a
concentrated double beam of pure destruction-but that beam did not reach its goal. Yards from the men it met a
screen of impenetrable density. Instantly the gunners pressed their triggers and a stream of high-explosive shells
issued from the roaring weapons. But shells, also, were futile. They struck the shield and vanished-vanished without
exploding and without leaving a trace to show that they had ever existed.
Costigan sprang to his feet, but before he could launch his intended attack a vast tunnel appeared beside him
something had gone through the entire width of the liner, cutting effortlessly a smooth cylinder of emptiness. Air