“They may have it fixed already. They undoubtedly have spare parts and duplicate generators, but if they turn it on the fall will kill Roger too; and he wouldn’t like that. They’ll have to get him down with a helicopter or something, and they know that we’ll get them as fast as they come up. They can’t hurt us with hand-weapons, and before they can bring up any heavy stuff they’ll be afraid to use it, because we’ll be too close to their shell.
“I wish we could have brought Roger along,” he continued, savagely, to Bradley.
“But you were right, of course – it’d be altogether too much like a rabbit capturing a wildcat. My Lewiston’s about done right now, and there can’t be much left of yours – what he’d do to us would be a sin and a shame.”
Now at the great wall, the two men heaved mightily upon a lever, the gate of the emergency port swung slowly open, and they entered the miniature cruiser of the void.
Costigan, familiar with the mechanism of the craft from careful study from his prison cell, manipulated the controls. Through gate after massive gate they went, until finally they were out in open space, shooting toward distant Tellus at the maximum acceleration of which their small craft was capable.
Costigan cut the other two phones out of circuit and spoke, his attention fixed upon some extremely distant point.
“Samms!” he called sharply. “Costigan. We’re out . . . all right . . . yes . . . sure . .
. absolutely . . you tell ‘em, Sammy, I’ve got company here.”
Through the sound-disks of their helmets the girl and the captain had heard Costigan’s share of the conversation. Bradley stared at his erstwhile first officer in amazement, and even Clio had often heard that mighty, half-mythical name. Surely that bewildering young man must rank high, to speak so familiarly to Virgil Samms, the all- powerful head of the space-pervading Service of the Triplanetary League!
“You’ve turned in a general call-out,” Bradley stated, rather than asked.
“Long ago – I’ve been in touch right along,” Costigan answered. “Now that they know what to look for and know that ether-wave detectors are useless, they can find it.
Every vessel in seven sectors, clear down to the scout patrols, is concentrating on this point, and the call is out for all battleships and cruisers afloat. There are enough operatives out there with ultra-waves to locate that globe, and once they spot it they’ll point it out to all the other vessels.”
“But how about the other prisoners?” asked the girl. “They’ll be killed, won’t they?”
“Hard telling,” Costigan shrugged. “Depends on how things turn out. We lack a lot of being safe ourselves yet.”
“What’s worrying me mostly is our own chance,” Bradley assented. “They will chase us, of course.”
“Sure, and they’ll have more speed than we have. Depends on how far away the nearest Triplanetary vessels are. But we’ve done everything we can do, for now.”
Silence fell, and Costigan cut in Clio’s phone and came over to the seat upon which she was reclining, white and stricken – worn out by the horrible and terrifying ordeals of the last few hours. As he seated himself beside her she blushed vividly, but her deep blue eyes met his gray ones steadily.
“Clio, I . . . we . . . you . . . that is,” he flushed hotly and stopped. This secret agent, whose clear, keen brain no physical danger could cloud; who had proved over and over again that he was never at a loss in any emergency, however desperate – this quick-witted officer floundered in embarrassment like any schoolboy; but continued, doggedly: “I’m afraid that I gave myself away back there, but . . . “
“We gave ourselves away, you mean,” she filled in the pause. “I did my share, but I won’t hold you to it if you don’t want – but I know that you love me, Conway!”
“Love you!” the man groaned, his face lined and hard, his whole body rigid. “That doesn’t half tell it, Clio. You don’t need to hold me – I’m held for life. There never was a woman who meant anything to me before, and there never will be another. You’re the only woman that ever existed. It isn’t that. Can’t you see that it’s impossible?”
“Of course I can’t – it isn’t impossible, at all.” She released her shields, four hands met and tightly clasped, and her low voice thrilled with feeling as she went on: “You love me and I love you. That is all that matters.”
“I wish it were,” Costigan returned bitterly, “but you don’t know what you’d be letting yourself in for. It’s who and what you are and who and what I am that’s griping me. You, Clio Marsden, Curtis Marsden’s daughter. Nineteen years old. You think you’ve been places and done things. You haven’t. You haven’t seen or done anything – you don’t know what it’s all about. And whom am I to love a girl like you? A homeless spacehound who hasn’t been on any planet three weeks in three years. A hard-boiled egg. A trouble-shooter and a brawler by instinct and training. A sp . . .” he bit off the word and went on quickly: “Why, you don’t know me at all, and there’s a lot of me that you never will know – that I can’t let you know! You’d better lay off me, girl, while you can. It’ll be best for you, believe me.”
“But I can’t, Conway, and neither can you,” the girl answered softly, a glorious light in her eyes. “It’s too late fo that. On the ship it was just another of those things, but since then we’ve come really to know each other, and we’re sunk. The situation is out of control, and we both know it – and neither of us would change it if we could, and you know that, too. I don’t know very much, I admit, but I do know what you thought you’d have to keep from me, and I admire you all the more for it. We all honor the Service, Conway dearest – it is only you men who have made and are keeping the Three Planets fit places to live in – and I know that any one of Virgil Samms’ assistants would have to be a man in a thousand million . . .”
“What makes you think that?” be demanded sharply.
“You told me so yourself, indirectly. Who else in the three worlds could possibly call him ‘Sammy?’ You are hard, of course, but you must be so – and I never did like soft men, anyway. And you brawl in a good cause. You are very much a man, my Conway; a real, real man, and I love you! Now, if they catch us, all right – we’ll die together, at least!” she finished, intensely.
“You’re right, sweetheart, of course,” he admitted. “I don’t believe that I could really let you let me go, even though I know you ought to,” and their hands locked together even more firmly than before. “If we ever get out of this jam I’m going to kiss you, but this is no time to be taking off your helmet. In fact, I’m taking too many chances with you in keeping your shields off. Snap ‘em on again – they ought to be getting fairly close by this time.”
Hands released and armor again tight, Costigan went over to join Bradley at the control board.
“How are they coming, Captain?” he asked.
“Not so good. Quite a ways off yet. At least an hour, I’d say, before a cruiser can get within range.”
“I’ll see if I can locate any of the pirates chasing us. If I do it’ll be by accident; this little spy-ray isn’t good for much except close work. I’m afraid the first warning we’ll have will be when they take hold of us with a tractor or spear us with a needle. Probably a beam, though; this is one of their emergency lifeboats and they wouldn’t want to destroy it unless they have to. Also, I imagine that Roger wants us alive pretty badly. He has unfinished business with all three of us, and I can well believe that his ‘not particularly pleasant extinction’ will be even less so after the way we rooked him.”
“I want you to do me a favor, Conway.” Clio’s face was white with horror at the thought of facing again that unspeakable creature of gray. “Give me a gun or something, please. I don’t want him ever to look at me that way again, to say nothing of what else he might do, while I’m alive.”
“He won’t,” Costigan assured her, narrow of eye and grim of jaw. He was, as she had said, hard. “But you don’t want a gun. You might get nervous and use it too soon.