Slaves of Mercury
sc
ve his feelings. There was fighting to be had outside; Earth slaves to be t
ing already, very likely. The Mercutian glanced back at his bound and gagged prisoners. They were immobile, helpless. He looked guiltily about. The great room was bare, silen
s. He could just see the guard's back, strained over the side. Hilar
recious; the guard might return momentarily. He screwed his face into tremendous contortions,
started on his brow as her face registered blank incomprehension. Just as he was giving up
omposition was polished, affording little friction. With infinite pains the maneuve
the gag in Hilary's mouth, and pushed. It was solidly tied, but it gave a little. Enco
eks, but he did not mind. He was in a fever of apprehension. If only the guard's
oan rolled away. She had accomplished the task Hilary had set her,
oulder. The open tunic give a bit, and he burrowed painfully, Joan watching with growing fascination, until one of the b
se against the shoulder blade,
er and over again. He could not hear if there was any response; h
ld prisoner with Joan, top of Robbins Building. Guarded. Urgent you free us. Ar
g desperately they would hear him in the com
the streets having been cleared of rebels, came softly into the room. Hilary's
spiciously, catching sight of the displac
leasure, and rose. Hilary's heart pounded; the guard had not seen the inconspicuous disk under the tunic. He was in an agony of
of the gag. There would be no further chance to unbind thems
elt it, too. Then something buzzed, intermittently. One long, two short. It seem
button, and sheeted lead curtains rolled swiftly over the vita-crystal roof, darkening the room, cutting off the rays of
perspired; the atmosphere was literally steaming; and in their cramped limbs, the torture was fast becoming unbearable. Only
he leaden shade opened the door and window again. His grin was broadly triumphant. Something clutched at Hilary's heart; he un
pes he had had. Wat and Grim had not heard, or if they did,
ed his head suddenly, jumped up as fast as his lumber
through the room. A well-remembered voice. Hilary would have laughed
med in the doorway was Grim-good old Grim-a long-barreled dynol pistol steady in his hand. From behind him there darted a little figure
the floor as the bantam d
s nimble fingers were making havoc of the knotted bonds, while his nimbler tongue wagged on
eir feet, stamping and pounding their arms to make the sluggi
ed at him, "stop jumping around, and tie u
me around," he proclaimed, but he picked up the wir
recovered
it was humanly possible. But how did you manage to get thro
We came in the V
t yelled Hila
we'd tell them off in hundreds, appoint officers, see that they had arms, or gave them directions where to find the old caches, and hustled them off. Had to shift our quarters continually, because Mercutian fliers would pick us up
myself to the Mo
r be going?" Joa
ered grimly. "There's a certain weather machin
ine?" Grim ec
. For some reason it's very important to them
Surprised, the m
es, ionizing the air and causing rain clouds to form or reversing the process and scattering clouds back into thin air. This was the Master Machine. All over the Earth, at spaced dista
ting, but what is so terri
their fliers, tremendous burning disks that are their space-ships. Sun-sun-everything they have depends upon the sun. Take away t
p heavily; Wat wa
ds, great big woolly ones. Start a rain that'll make the Deluge
nd Wat get into the Vagabond, and wait for us.
Leave me cooped up when the
an was pale b
be a hindrance. I for one would be thinking more of protecting you than fighting. As for you, Wat," he turned to the furious ban
t to put it that
"At the slightest alarm, take off. Don't try to rescue us if we don't return. The Earth cause is mo
n, white-faced, kissed Hilary pa
ned footfalls. Hilary had retrieved his automatic; Grim had his more mode
carefully down the inclined ramp connecting all t
ary whispered. "The rev
t to start anything until I returned. T
heat while he had been captive. There would be v
interior they could see moving shapes, weirdly cut off, crossing their field of vision; bright gleaming machines, segments of tremen