The Revolt of the Star Men Part 12

There was a lull. The Earthians took the opportunity to look up at the angel of death that was the _Selba_, far above. Most of Alkebar's huge army had already perished, or had dispersed in flight into the desert of s.p.a.ce from which it had been recruited. But that the s.p.a.ce s.h.i.+p would presently be engaged in a serious fight was evident.

A determined force which must have numbered a hundred thousand, was hurtling up at it, surrounding the craft with a halo of bursting torpedoes. At the head of the body of s.p.a.ce Men was a huge beast bearing on its back a car similar to Telaba's. Veri-colored signal stars spurted from it. Alkebar himself must be in it directing operations!

Coolly the guiding hand aboard the _Selba_ was swinging his dreadful weapon this way and that, annihilating the attackers as one might annihilate a swarm of mosquitoes with a blowtorch. Half of them had already been reduced to those basic, intangible vibrations which const.i.tute all substance. It was terrible, it was glorious; but what could it all mean? Hekalu's s.h.i.+p!

The still formidable remnants of the vengeance squadron was seeking to close in--to grapple with the vessel. The _Selba_ was trying to dart out of their way, but the speed of the s.p.a.ce Men, a gift of Nature, was greater than that of this fastest s.h.i.+p designed by man. Grimly, in the face of almost certain death, they kept on. A score or so succeeded in landing on the curving hull, and, like leeches they clung to it. The Atomic Ray arched angrily, cutting a deep swath through those who still sought a hold.

And then the gleaming form of the _Selba_ was completely hidden by the swarm of enraged horrors that poured over it. The Atomic Ray was snuffed out. The beholders saw the air lock being pried open, and the s.p.a.ce Men crowding into the interior of the craft. For a second the _Selba_ wobbled crazily, and then her rocket motors ceased to flame.

"What are we waiting for? We have friends up there!" Jan cried.

Telaba flashed his orders, and the entire cavalcade charged toward the vessel, their guns spewing flame.

It was only a matter of a minute or so before that hurtling torrent of rebels had swept the Alkebarians from their prey. Those of the Black Emperor's men who had forced their way into the s.h.i.+p managed to hold the entrance for a short time, but under the urgings of their intrepid chief, the zealous rebels shot and hewed their enemies down as though they had been paper marionettes. The way was clear.

Telaba waved an order to his driver, and the s.p.a.ce beast drew up alongside the _Selba_. Expectantly eager, the Earthians clambered aboard, followed by the chief.

The s.h.i.+p was a shambles. Its corridors were littered with bodies of s.p.a.ce Men who wore on their b.r.e.a.s.t.s the red circle which signified loyalty to the Black Emperor. Telaba's followers had done well.

The three made their way to the control room. Intuitively they had sensed what they would find there, and so, they were not surprised at what they saw--wreckage and the carca.s.ses of Alkebar's warriors. The Martian had put up a stiff fight.

Shelby bent over the armored form of Akar Hekalu Selba which was sprawling on the floor, beside the pilot seat. A gaping hole in the tough metal plating under his right arm, and a thin trickle of blood, told clearly what had happened. "They got him," the Earthman muttered.

"But why?"

Jan's eyes had wandered to the narrow desk before the pilot seat. There were the instruments and devices by means of which the s.h.i.+p was controlled, and there was the lever which had moved the ray projector in its mounting just beneath the nose of the craft. A calculating pad and a stylus were lying on the desk.

Something was written on the pad--a message. She called to Shelby, and together they read the brief, hastily scrawled note. It was in English:

"To Janice Darell and Austin Shelby, Greeting. Alkebar is breaking into the s.h.i.+p, and Telaba is coming. You will be with him, I know. From among my enemies I have chosen my friends. A man must have friends, and traitors do not serve. Forgive me for stealing your glory, Mr. Shelby. I shall be grateful. _Sidi Yadi_, Hekalu Selba, Akar."

Shelby looked at Jan and then at Telaba who was standing close beside them. "So that's it," he said slowly. "n.o.body is totally bad."

"Not even Hekki," Jan put in. A hint of a wistful smile flickered about her lips. "I guess it's the end now," she went on. "A glorious adventure. Back to Earth!" Her voice had taken on a dreamy exultant quality.

"The end, Jan?" Austin asked. "Haven't you forgotten something?"

She looked puzzled, and then she laughed a brief gay little laugh which made roguish dimples twinkle in her cheeks. Even her fantastic attire could not hide her beauty. "You ridiculous old dumb-bell! Of course it isn't the end--just the beginning--with you!"

It was a considerable time before Shelby was able to repair the _Selba_ sufficiently so that she could get underway for Mars but the task was finished at last. Escorted by the rebel chief's fierce hordesmen, they set out for the Red Planet.

Somehow, s.n.a.t.c.hes of the ancient Bedouin song tinkled in Shelby's mind.

He had read old books. "Across the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire...."

That did not quite fit the situation, for Jan was with him. But his steed, the _Selba_, was truly shod with fire. The rocket nozzles--and damaged though she was, she behaved like a thoroughbred. And out there in the void beside the s.h.i.+p--what were those shapes?--bizarre, impossible, yet real--real.

In docks scattered over Earth and Mars, battles.h.i.+ps of s.p.a.ce and their crews wait expectantly for an alarm that may never come. Telescopes comb the sky. Out there the Star People, new arrivals in the solar system, are s.h.i.+fting, moving about restlessly. But the planets feel secure.

Their fleets could cope with the s.p.a.ce Men, were they a hundred times more numerous. And once in a while, on the desolate Sahara, or Mohave or Taraal, shadows come, settling down like flecks of darkness from the midnight heaven. They are Telaba's and Ankova's people. For a while--a day perhaps--they stay, bartering their exotic treasures for human wares. Then silently, mysteriously, they are gone, into the night....

THE END