Brigands of the Moon

  XXI

  On the _Planetara_, in the radio room, Snap and I stood with Moa'sweapon upon us. Miko held Anita. Triumphant, possessive. Then as shestruggled, a gentleness came to this strange Martian giant. Perhaps hereally loved her. Looking back on it, I sometimes think so.

  "Anita, do not fear me." He held her away from him. "I would not harmyou. I want your love." Irony came to him. "And I thought I had killedyou. But it was only your brother."

  He partly turned. I was aware of how alert was his attention. Hegrinned. "Hold them, Moa. Don't let them do anything foolish.... So,little Anita, you were masquerading to spy on me? That was wrong ofyou."

  Anita had not spoken. She held herself tensely away from Miko. She hadflashed me a look, just one. What horrible mischance to have broughton this catastrophe!

  The completion of Grantline's message had come unnoticed by us all. Weremained tense.

  "Look! Grantline again!" Snap said abruptly.

  But the mirrors were steadying. We had no recording mechanism; therest of the message was lost.

  No further message came. There was an interval while Miko waited. Heheld Anita in the hollow of his great arm.

  "Quiet, little bird. Do not fear me. I have work to do, Anita, this isour great adventure. We will be rich, you and I. All the luxuriesthese worlds can offer--all for us when this is over. Careful, Moa!This Haljan has no wit."

  Well could he say it. I, who had been so witless as to let this comeupon us! Moa's weapon prodded me. Her voice hissed at me with all thevenom of a reptile enraged. "So that was your game, Gregg Haljan! AndI was so graceless as to admit love for you!"

  Snap murmured in my ear, "Don't move, Gregg! She's reckless."

  She heard it. She whirled on him. "We have lost George Prince, itseems. Well, we will survive without his scientific knowledge. Andyou, Dean--and this Haljan, mark me--I will kill you both if you causetrouble!"

  Miko was gloating. "Don't kill them yet, Moa. What was it Grantlinesaid? Near the crater of Archimedes. Ring us down, Haljan. We'llland."

  He signaled the turret, gave Coniston the Grantline message, andaudiphoned it below to Hahn. The news spread about the ship. Thebandits were jubilant.

  "We'll land now, Haljan. Come, Anita and I will go with you to theturret."

  I found my voice. "To what destination?"

  "Near Archimedes. The Apennine side. Keep well away from the Grantlinecamp. We will probably sight it as we descend."

  There was no trajectory needed. We were almost over Archimedes now. Icould drop us with a visible, instrumental course. My mind waswhirling with a confusion of thoughts. What could we do? I met Snap'sgaze.

  "Ring us down, Gregg," he said quietly.

  I nodded. I pushed Moa's weapon away. "You don't need that--"

  We went to the turret. Moa watched me and Snap, a grim, cold Amazon.She avoided looking at Anita, whom Miko helped down the ladders witha strange mixture of courtierlike grace and amused irony. Conistonstared at Anita.

  "I say, not George Prince? The girl--"

  "No time for explanations," Miko commanded. "It's the girl,masquerading as her brother. Get below, Coniston. Haljan takes usdown."

  The astounded Englishman continued to gaze at Anita. But he said, "Imean to say, where to on the Moon? Not to encounter Grantline at once,Miko? Our equipment is not ready."

  "Of course not. We will land well away--"

  The reluctant Coniston left us. I took the controls. Miko, stillholding Anita as though she were a child, sat beside me. "We willwatch him, Anita. A skilled fellow at this sort of work."

  I rang my signals for the shifting of the gravity plates. The answershould have come from below within a second or two. But it did not.Miko regarded me with his great bushy eyebrows upraised.

  "Ring again, Haljan."

  I duplicated. No answer. The silence was ominous.

  Miko muttered, "That accursed Hahn. Ring again!"

  I sent the imperative emergency demand.

  No answer. A second or two. Then all of us in the turret werestartled. Transfixed. From below came a sudden hiss. It sounded in theturret; it came from the shifting room call grid. The hissing of thepneumatic valves of the plate shifters in the lower control room. Thevalves were opening; the plates automatically shifting into neutral,and disconnecting!

  An instant of startled silence. Miko may have realized thesignificance of what had happened. Certainly Snap and I did. Thehissing ceased. I gripped the emergency plate shifter switch whichhung over my head. Its disc was dead! The plates were dead in neutral:in the position they were placed only in port! And their shiftingmechanisms were imperative!

  I was on my feet. "We're in neutral!"

  The Moon disc moved visibly as the _Planetara_ lurched. The vault ofthe heavens was slowly swinging.

  Miko ripped out a heavy oath. "Haljan! What is this?"

  The heavens turned with a giant swoop. The Moon was over us. It swungin a dizzying arc. Overhead, then back past our stern; under us, thenappearing over our bow.

  The _Planetara_ had turned over. Upending. Rotating, end over end.

  For a moment I think all of us in the turret stood and clung. The Moondisc, the Earth, Sun and all the stars were swinging past our windows.So horribly dizzying. The _Planetara_ seemed lurching and tumbling.But it was an optical effect only. I stared with grim determination atmy feet. The turret seemed to steady.

  Then I looked again. That horrible swoop of all the heavens! And theMoon, as it went past seemed expanded. We were falling! Out ofcontrol, with the Moon gravity pulling us down!

  "That accursed Hahn--"

  A moment only had passed. My fancy that the Moon disc was enlarged wasmerely the horror of my imagination. We had not fallen far enough forthat.

  But we were falling. Unless I could do something, we would crash uponthe Lunar surface.

  Anita, killed in this turret: the end of everything--every hope.

  Action came to me. I gasped, "Miko, you stay here! The controls aredead! You stay here and hold Anita--"

  I ignored Moa's weapon. Snap thrust her away.

  "We're falling, you fool--let us alone!"

  Miko gasped, "Can you--check us? What happened?"

  "I don't know--"

  I stood clinging. This dizzying whirl. From the audiphone gridConiston's voice sounded.

  "I say, Haljan, something's wrong. Hahn doesn't signal."

  The lookout in the forward tower was clinging to our window. On thedeck below our turret a member of the crew appeared, stood lurchingfor a moment, then shouted and ran, swaying, aimless. From the lowerhull corridors our grids sounded with the tramping of running steps.Panic among the crew was spreading over the ship. A chaos below deck.

  I pulled at the emergency switch again. Dead....

  "Snap, we must get down. The signals."

  Coniston's voice came like a scream from the grid. "Hahn is dead. Thecontrols are broken!"

  I shouted, "Miko, hold Anita! Come on, Snap!"

  We clung to the ladders. Snap was behind me. "Careful, Gregg! GoodGod!"

  This dizzying whirl. I tried not to look. The deck under me was now ablurred kaleidoscope of swinging patches of moonlight and shadow.

  We reached the deck. It seemed that from the turret Anita's voicefollowed us. "Be careful!"

  Once inside the ship, our senses steadied. With the rotating, reelingheavens shut out, there were only the shouts and tramping steps of thepanic-stricken crew to mark that there was anything amiss. That, and apseudo sensation of lurching caused by the pulsing of gravity--a pullwhen the Moon was beneath our hull to combine its forces with ourmagnetizers; a lightening, when it was overhead. A throbbing, pendulumlurch!

  We ran down to the corridor incline. A white-faced member of the crewcame running up.

  "What's happened, Haljan? What's happened?"

  "We're falling!" I gripped him. "Get below. Come with us."

  But he jerked away from me. "Falling?"

  A steward came r
unning. "Falling? My God!"

  Snap swung at them. "Get ahead of us! The manual controls--our onlychance--we need all you men at the compressor pumps!"

  But it was instinct to try and get on deck, as though here below wewere rats caught in a trap. The men tore away from us and ran. Theirshouts of panic resounded through the dim, blue lit corridors.

  Coniston came lurching from the control room. "I say--falling! Haljan,my God, look!"

  Hahn was sprawled at the gravity plate switchboard. Sprawled, headdown. Dead. Killed? Or a suicide?

  I bent over him. His hands gripped the main switch. He had ripped itloose. And his left hand had reached and broken the fragile line oftubes that intensified the current of the pneumatic plate-shifters. Asuicide? With his last frenzy, determined to kill us all? Why?

  Then I saw that Hahn had been killed! Not a suicide! In his hand hegripped a small segment of black fabric, a piece torn from aninvisible cloak!

  Snap was rigging the hand compressors. If he could get the pressureback in the tanks....

  I swung on Coniston. "You armed?"

  "Yes." He was white-faced and confused, but not in a panic. He showedme his heat ray cylinder. "What do you want me to do?"

  "Round up the crew. Get all you can. Bring them here to man thepumps."

  He dashed away. Snap called after him, "Kill them if they argue!"

  Miko's voice sounded from the turret call grid: "Falling! Haljan, youcan see it now! Check us!"

  Desperate moments. Or was it an hour? Coniston brought the men. Hestood over them with menacing weapon.

  We had all the pumps going. The pressure rose a little in the tanks.Enough to shift a bow plate. I tried it. The plate slowly clicked intoa new combination. A gravity repulsion just in the bow-tip.

  I signaled Miko. "Have we stopped swinging?"

  "No. But slower."

  I could feel it, that lurch of the gravity. But not steady now. Alimp. The tendency of our bow was to stay up.

  "More pressure, Snap."

  One of the crew rebelled, tried to bolt from the room.

  Coniston shot him down.

  I shifted another bow plate. Then two in the stern. The stern platesseemed to move more readily than the others.

  "Run all the stern plates," Snap advised.

  I tried it. The lurching stopped. Miko called, "We're bow down.Falling!"

  But not falling free. The Moon gravity pull on us was more than halfneutralized.

  "I'll go up, Snap, and try the engines. You don't mind staying downhere? Executing my signals?"

  "You idiot!" He gripped my shoulders. His eyes were gleaming, his facehaggard, but his pale lips twitched with a smile.

  "Maybe it's good-bye, Gregg. We'll fall--fighting."

  "Yes. Fighting. Coniston, you keep the pressure up."

  With the broken tubes it took nearly all the pressure to maintain thefew plates I had shifted. One slipped back to neutral. Then the pumpsgained on it, and it shifted again.

  I dashed up to the deck. Oh, the Moon was so close now! So horriblyclose! The deck shadows were still. Through the forward bow windowsthe Moon surface glared up at us.

  Those last horrible minutes were a blur. And there was always Anita'sface. She left Miko. Faced with death, he sat clinging. Moa too, satapart--staring.

  And Anita crept to me. "Gregg, dear one. The end...."

  I tried the electronic engines from the stern, setting them inreverse. The streams of their light glowed from the stern, forwardalong our hull, and flared down from our bow toward the Lunar surface.But no atmosphere was here to give resistance. Perhaps the electronicstreams checked our fall a little. The pumps gave us pressure just inthe last minutes, to slide a few of the hull plates. But our bowstayed down. We slid, like a spent rocket falling.

  I recall the horror of that expanding Lunar surface. The maw ofArchimedes yawning. A blob. Widening to a great pit. Then I saw it wasto one side, rushing upward.

  "Gregg, dear one--good-bye."

  Her gentle arms about me. The end of everything for us. I recallmurmuring, "Not falling free, Anita. Some hull plates are set."

  My dials showed another plate shifting, checking us a little further.Good old Snap!

  I calculated the next best plate to shift. I tried it. Slid it over.

  Then everything faded but the feeling of Anita's arms around me.

  "Gregg, dear one--"

  The end of everything for us....

  There was an up-rush of gray-black rock.