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âYou offer me heaven, my dear,â he spoke softly. âBut sometimesââand his lips twisted into a ghost of a smileââsometimes, to earn our heaven, we have to fight like hell. And, if we fail to make the fight, what heaven worth having is left?
âAnd the people,â he said softly; âthe homes in the cities and towns and villages. My dear, thatâs part of loving a soldier: you can never own him altogether; his allegiance is divided. And if I failed my own folk what right would I have to you?â
He dared to look at the girl who lay before him. That other vision was gone but he had seen a clear course charted, and now, with his mind at rest, he could smile happily at the girl who was looking up at him through her tears.
She rose slowly to her feet and stood before him to lay firm hands upon his shoulders. She was almost as tall as he, and her eyes, that had shaken off their tears but for a dewy fringe, looked deep and straight into his.
âWe have thought,â she said slowly, âwe people of this world, that we were superior to you and yours; we have accepted you as someone a shade below our plane of advancement. Yes, we have dared to believe that. But I know better. We have gone far, Tommy, we people of this star; we have lived long. Yet I am wondering if we have lost some virtues that are the heritage of a sterner race.
âBut I am learning, Tommy; I am so thankful that I can learn and that I have had you to teach me. We will go together, you and I. We will fight our fight, and, the Great One willing, we will earn our heaven or find it elsewhereâtogether.â
She leaned forward to kiss the tall man squarely upon the lips with her own soft rose-petal lips that clung and clung ⊠and the reply of Lieutenant McGuire, while it was entirely wordless, seemed eminently satisfactory.
Althora, the beautiful daughter of Venus, had the charm and allure of her planetâs fabled namesake. But she thought like a man and she planned like a man. And there was no dissuading her from her course. She was to fight beside McGuireâthat was her intentionâand beyond that there was no value in argument. McGuire was forced to accept the insistent aid, and he needed help.
Sykes dropped his delving into astronomical lore and answered to the call, but there was no other assistance. Only the three, McGuire, Althora and Sykes. There were some who would agree to pilot the submarine that was being outfitted, but they would have no part in the venture beyond transporting the participants.
More than once McGuire paused to curse silently at the complaisance of this people. What could he not do if they would help. Ten companies of trained men, armed with their deadly electronic projectors that disintegrated any living thing they reachedâand he would clutch at his tousled hair and realize that they were only three, and go grimly back to work.
âI donât know what we can do till we get there,â he told Sykes. âHere we are, and there is the gun: that is all we know, except that the thing must be tremendous and our only hope is that there is some firing mechanism that we can destroy. The gun itself is a great drilling in the solid rock, lined with one of their steel alloys, and with a big barrel extending up into the air: Althora has learned that.
âThey went deep into the rock and set the firing chamber there; itâs heavy enough to stand the stress. They use a gas-powder, as Althora calls it, for the charge, and the same stuff but deadlier is in the shell. But they must have underground workings for loading and firing. Is there a chance for us to get in there, I wonder! Thereâs the big barrel that projects. We might ⊠but no!âthatâs too big for us to tackle, Iâm afraid.â
âHow about that electronic projector on the submarine?â Sykes suggested. âRemember how it melted out the heart of that big ship? We could do a lot with that.â
âNot a chance! Djorn and the others have strictly forbidden the men to turn it on the enemy since they have given no offense.
âNo offense!â he repeated, and added a few explosive remarks.
âNo, it looks like a case of get there and do what dirty work we can to their mechanism before they pot usâand thatâs that!â
But Sykes was directing his thoughts along another path.
âI wonder âŠâ he mused; âit might be done: they have laboratories.â
âWhat are you talking about? For the love of heaven, man, if youâre got an idea, letâs have it. Iâm desperate.â
âNitrators!â said the scientist. âI have been getting on pretty good terms with the scientific crowd here, and Iâve seen some mighty pretty manufacturing laboratories. And they have equipment that was never meant for the manufacture of nitro-explosives, but, with a few modificationsâyes, I think it could be done.â
âYou mean nitro-glycerine? TNT?â
âSomething like that. Depends upon what materials we can get to start with.â
The lieutenant was pounding his companion upon the back and shouting his joy at this faintest echo of encouragement.
âWeâll plant it alongside the gunâNo, weâll get into their working underground. Weâll blow their equipment into scrap-iron, and perhaps we can even damage the gun itself!â He was almost beside himself with excitement at thought of a weapon being placed in his straining helpless hands.
It was the earth-shaking thunder of the big gun that hastened their final preparations and made McGuire tremble with suppressed excitement where he helped Sykes to draw off a syrupy liquid into heavy crystal flasks.
There were many of these, and the two men would allow no others to touch them, but stored them themselves and nested each one in a soft bed within the submarine. Then one last repetition of their half-formed plans to Djorn and his followers and a rush toward the wharf where the submarine was waiting.
Althora was waiting, too, and McGuire wasted minutes in a petition that he knew was futile.
âWait here, Althora,â he begged. âI will come back; this is no venture for you to undertake. I can take my chances with them, but youâ! It is no place for you,â he concluded lamely.
âThere is no other place for me,â she said; âonly where you are.â And she led the way while the others followed into the lighted control room of the big under-water craft.
McGuireâs eyes were misty with a blurring of tears that were partly from excitement, but more from a feeling of helpless remonstrance that was mingled with pure pride. And his lips were set in a straight line.
The magnetic pull that held them to their anchorage was reversed; the ship beneath them was slipping smoothly beneath the surface and out to sea, guided through its tortuous windings of water-worn caves and rocky chambers under the sea by the invisible electric cords that drew it where they would.
And ahead on some mysterious island was a gun, a thing of size and power beyond anything of Earth. He was going to spike that gun if it was the last act of his life; and Althora was going with him. He drew her slim body to him, while his eyes stared blindly, hopefully, toward what the future held.
CHAPTER XVIThroughout the night they drove hour after hour at terrific speed. The ship was running submerged, for McGuire was taking no slightest chance of their being observed from the air. He and the others slept at times, for the crew that handled the craft very evidently knew the exact course, and there were mechanical devices that insured their safety. A ray was projected continuously ahead of them; it would reflect back and give on an indicator instant warning of any derelict or obstruction. Another row of quivering needles gave by the same method the soundings from far ahead.
But the uncertainty of what their tomorrow might hold and the worry and dread lest he find himself unable to damage the big gun made real rest impossible for McGuire.
But he was happy and buoyant with hope when, at last, the green light from the ports showed that the sun was shining up above, and the slackening drive of the submarineâs powerful motors told that their objective was in sight.
They lay quietly at last while a periscope of super-sensitiveness was thrust cautiously above the water. It brought in a panoramic view of the shoreline ahead, amplified it and projected the picture in clear-cut detail upon a screen. If Lieutenant McGuire had stood on the wet deck above and looked directly at the island the sight could have been no clearer. The colors of torn and blasted tree-growths showed in all their pale shades, and there was stereoscopic depth to the picture that gave no misleading illusions as to distance.
The shore was there with the white spray of breakers on a rocky shoal, and a beach beyond. And beyond that, in hard outline against a golden sky, was a gigantic tube that stood vertically in air to reach beyond the upper limits of the periscopeâs vision.
McGuire tingled at the sight. To be within reach of this weapon that had sent those blasting, devastating missiles upon the earth! He paced back and forth in the small room to stop and stare again, and resume his pacing that helped to while away the hours they must wait. For there were man-shapes swarming over the land, and the dull, blood-red of their loose uniforms marked them as members of the fighting force spawned by this prolific breed.
âNot a chance until theyâre out of the picture,â said the impatient man; âthey would snow us under. Itâs just as I thought: we must wait until the gun is ready to fire; then they will beat it. They wonât want to be around when that big boy cuts loose.â
âAnd then?â asked Althora.
âThen Sykes and I will take our collection of gallon flasks ashore, and I sure hope we donât stumble.â He grinned cheerfully at the girl.
âThat reinforced concrete dome seems to be where they get down into the ground; it is close to the base of the gun. We will go thereâblow it open if we have toâbut manage in some way to get down below. Then a time-fuse on the charge, and the boat will take me off, and we will leave as fast as these motors can drive us.â
He omitted to mention any possible danger to Sykes and himself in the handling of their own explosive, and he added casually, âYou will stay here and see that there is no slip-up on the getaway.â
He had to translate the last remark into language the girl could understand. But Althora shook her head.
âYou do try so hard to get rid of me, Tommy,â the laughed, âbut it is no use. I am going with youâdo not argueâand I will help you with the attack. Three will work faster than twoâand I am going.â
McGuire was silent, then nodded his assent. He was learning, this Earth-man, what individual freedom really meant.
Only the western sky showed golden masses on the shining screen when McGuire spoke softly to the captain:
âYour men will put us ashore; you may ask them to stand by now.â And to Professor Sykes, âBetter get that âsoupâ of yours ready to load.â
The red-clad figures were growing dim on the screen, and the blotches of colors that showed where they were grouped were few. Some there were who left such groups to flee precipitately toward a waiting airship.
This was something the lieutenant had not foreseen. He had expected that the force that served the gun would have some shock-proof shelter; he had not anticipated a fighting ship to take them away.
âThatâs good,â he exulted; âthat is a lucky break. If they just get out of sight we will have the place to ourselves.â
There were no red patches on the screen now, and the picture thrown before them showed the big ship, its markings of red and white distinct even in the shadow-light of late afternoon, rising slowly into the air. It gathered speed marvelously and vanished to a speck beyond the land.
âWeâre getting the breaks,â said McGuire crisply. âAll rightâletâs go!â
The submarine rose smoothly, and the sealed doors in the superstructure were opened while yet there was water to come trickling in. Men came with a roll of cloth that spread open to the shape of a small boat, while a metal frame expanded within it to hold it taut.
McGuire gasped with dismay as a seaman launched it and leaped heavily into the frail shell to attach a motor to one end.
âMetal!â the captain reassured him; âwoven metal, and water-tight! You could not pierce it with anything less than a projector.â
Sykes was ready with one of the crystal flasks as the boat was brought alongside, and McGuire followed with another. They took ten of the harmless-looking containers, and both men held their breaths as the boat grounded roughly on the boulder-strewn shore.
They lifted them out and bedded them in the sand, then returned to the submarine. This time Althora, too, stepped into the boat. They loaded in the balance of the containers; the motor purred. Another landing, and they stood at last on the island, where a mammoth tube towered
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