Red lights flashing on and off in the panel in front of him warned Thorn that already a half dozen compartments of the Cauphul had been holed and had lost their air. Down below, Gunner Welk was still keeping his crew batteries going, pouring shell out on the encircling League cruisers, but at any moment a hit on their rocket-tubes or power-chambers might disable them entirely.
Thorn's mind was crazy with worry for the fate of Lana Cain. The League cruiser that had hooked its magnetic grapples on the keel of her ship was still winching her helpless craft closer. The capture or killing of the pirate girl meant the collapse of his great plan, and the probable ruin of the four inner worlds.
"We've got to free Lana's ship!” he cried to Sual Av over the thudding of guns. “There's only one way—drive our ship between hers and the one that's hooked her—break the grapple-lines!"
Sual Av's green eyes widened startledly inside his glassite helmet. Then the bald Venusian laughed recklessly.
"All right—here goes, John! Hold tight!'!
"Cease firing!” Thorn yelled into the interphone to Gunner Welk at the same moment.
Sual Av's fingers smashed down on firing keys. The Cauphul jumped forward in space, a raving torrent of energy streaming from her stern tubes.
The Venusian drove the ship straight toward the two craft ahead, the League cruiser and the Lightning.
The half-dozen grapple-lines had been now so far drawn in that there was not enough room for a third ship to pass between the two.
But Sual Av steered the hurtling Cauphul between the two, anyway. Space around them seemed blazing with continuous flares of bursting atom-shells.
Crash! The grinding shock that flung Thorn to the floor of the control-room seemed to him the end of everything. The Cauphul, rushing in between the Lightning and the League cruiser grappling it, sideswiped both ships with stunning force.
Thorn tried, to clutch a stanchion and pull himself up, as the control-room rocked wildly around him. He heard the triumphant shout of the bald Venusian clinging to the controlpanel.
"We're through, John! We did it!"
Thorn's ship had crashed in between the other two, forcing its way through and breaking the grapple-lines.
"Blast away, Lana!” yelled Thorn into the audio. “You're clear now!"
Like a streak of light, the silvery cruiser of the pirate girl shot upward. And with it cometed the battered Cauphul, and old Stilicho Keene's black ship. The other pirate craft that had tried to help Lana counterattack the League cruisers had been riddled to helpless wrecks by the heavy fire of the enemy.
But the main body of the pirate fleet had had time to cut away from their prey during the few minutes of the furious fight below. They were shooting out like startled hawks of space, joining Lana Cain's cruiser and the other two as they sped upward.
"Up to the Zone!” pealed the girl's voice from the audio.
Rising together as they soared through space, the pirate ships streaked upward through the vault. Hot after them raced the League cruisers, which now outnumbered the pirates.
"What in the devil's name's going on?” roared Gunner Welk's voice. “That crash strained our sides! It looks down here as though the ship will crumple any minute."
"If we can get into the Zone, we can lose those cruisers,” Sual Av was muttering. “If she'll just keep going until then!"
Thorn could hear the Cauphul groaning and creaking beneath the fierce thrust of her blazing rocket-tubes. The hull of the ship, weakened by shell-fire and badly strained by the side-swiping collision, threatened to crumple up without notice.
The pirate ships could not match the heavily armed League cruisers in fire-power. But one thing the ships of the Companions of Space did have, and that was speed. They were drawing slowly away from the hotly pursuing cruisers as they rushed upward.
It was a wild yet thrilling scene to John Thorn's eyes! The black vault of abysmal space around them tapestried with countless blazing stars, the blinding flares of atom-shells bursting like exploding lightning, the raving flame of proton-fire from pursued and pursuing ships, and the vast, vague cloud of light-flecks of the Zone stretching above.
They were thundering up into the Zone now, Lana Cain's silver ship leading, curving sharply to avoid the meteor-swarm directly above. But the League cruisers were pursuing them into the vast wilderness of debris.
"Scatter!” came the girl's sharp order from the audio. “We'll rendezvous at Turkoon!"
"That finishes us, John,” said Sual Av bitterly. “We don't know the wave code. We can't navigate this damned jungle."
But hard on the heels of his words came a quick call from the girl.
"Planeteers! Keep your ship with mine!"
The pirate ships scattered in all directions, like a frightened flock of wild fowl. Darting away through the swarms and planetoids, navigating by means of the coded wave-signals from the projectors on every swarm and asteroid, they melted away.
The League fleet could not hope to pursue all those diverging ships through the wilderness of debris in which they were perfectly at home. But a dozen League cruisers followed purposefully after Lana's silver ship and the Planeteers’ crippled craft as they raced away through the Zone in a counter-sunwise direction.
"Damn them, they must have recognized Lana's ship and they're determined to catch her!” Sual Av exclaimed.
Gunner Welk's towering spacesuited figure came thrusting hastily into the control-room.
"John, the compartment walls are cracking down there!” exclaimed the Mercurian. “If they—"
A thunderous explosion from below interrupted his words. Instantly, the Cauphul's acceleration decreased, the roar of its rocket-tubes sharply diminished.
"One power-chamber has exploded!” yelled an engineer's voice from the interphone.
"We're sunk!” the big Mercurian cried.
"No, Lana's coming around!” John Thorn exclaimed.
They had been rushing close to the coast of a far-flung swarm, with the pirate girl's silver ship just ahead, the League cruisers a fair distance behind, when the explosion had occurred. Now the silvery Lightning was darting back around to their side.
"I'm standing by to take you on!” Lana cried from the audio-speaker. “Hurry!"
"Break open the portside door to abandon ship!” Thorn yelled into the interphone. “Cut the tubes, Sual, and, come on!"
The Planeteers hastened down out of the control-room through the wrecked ship. The motley crew of the Cauphul, all in suits and helmets like the three comrades, had got the round door on the portside open. There was no air now in the whole ship, and its walls and beams were sagging and cracking ominously as it floated on in space under inertia.
Up to the side of the Cauphul drove the Lightning. There was no time to hook on with magnetic grapples or run out catwalks, for the League cruisers were coming up along the edge of the great meteor swarm in hot pursuit. The Lightning's starboard door was open, the silvery ship keeping even with the wreck only a few yards away.
"Jump for it!” Thorn yelled to his crew. “Hurry!"
Across the gap between ships shot space-suited figures like human projectiles, leaping toward the big open door of the Lightning. Those who missed the door grabbed lines that had been flung out, and were hauled in like floundering fish.
There was a thundering crash of metal as a whole section of the Cauphul's stern collapsed. The wreck sagged drunkenly in space, and the League cruisers were racing closer.
"This is getting a little too hot for even the Planeteers!” laughed Sual Av as he leaped.
Gunner Welk followed, and John Thorn jumped last. He felt himself hurtle floatingly across the gap toward the open door of the Lightning, infinity below and above him. Then he hit the edge of the door and a hand grasped his arm and pulled him in.
Instantly the Lightning sprang forward with renewed acceleration as its stern tubes blasted. The door was ground shut.
Thorn and his two comrades climbed to the control-room.
When he entered it, a glance showed him that they were now pulling steadily away from their pursuers.
Lana Cain, her slender figure bulky in space-suit and helmet, was leaning beside the Jovian pilot at the firingkeys. She was listening intently to the constant buzzing from the section of the panel that received the navigation wave-signals.
"Turn ninety degrees outward, and fifteen degrees upward, Rimil!” exclaimed the girl. “That'll take us between swarms where they won't follow for long."
The Lightning curved sharply, shot between the two vast clouds of dangerous debris.
Looking back through the rear window of the bulging control-room, Thorn saw two of the pursuing League cruisers glow red and fall out of line. They had been meteor-struck. Trying to cut across after their quarry without aid of the wave-code navigation signals, they had blundered into the edge of one swarm.
The other League ships slackened speed, and tried to grope their way ahead. But the Lightning, dashing on at full speed and then changing course abruptly to cut up across a “family” of whirling, planetoids, soon lost them from sight.
"Off suits. We're safe from them now!” Lana called into the interphone.
Thorn and his two comrades divested themselves with relief of their suits and helmets, as the girl did likewise.
Lana turned toward the Planeteers. The girl's bronze-gold hair was tossed in disorder, her face flushed, her dark blue eyes blazing with excitement. There was something vital and dynamic about her, and there was a throbbing, eager emotion in her eyes as she faced Thorn, impulsively holding out her hand.
"You Planeteers saved me down there!” she exclaimed. “If you hadn't rammed in between ships and broken those grapple-lines—"
John Thorn felt a queer sense of shame as her warm little hand grasped his. If she knew his real reason for taking such desperate chances to save her, he thought—But it was for four great worlds.
"I'll never forget this, John Thorn,” Lana was saying earnestly.
"I'll never forget it, either,” growled Gunner Welk, rubbing a bruised shoulder. “When we wedged, between the two ships it nearly threw me right through a wall of the gun-deck."
Sual Av grinned ruefully. “I'm not so sure I want to be a raid pirate, if this kind of thing happens often."
"It was a cunning trap set for us Companions by the League navies,” declared Lana. “They even actually loaded those freighters with rich cargo, knowing we'd have spies watching who would report that, and that we'd make an attack when we heard. And they had those cruisers disguised as tankers, ready to gun us as soon as we were busy looting the freighters."
Her blue eyes flashed. “But we escaped their trap! We didn't lose more than four of our ships, and we've got a good portion of the freighters’ cargoes—the cargoes that were to be the bait of the trap!"
"If old Stilicho Keene watched those freighters and tankers sail from Jupiter why didn't he suspect their game?” Thorn asked her keenly. “A close look at the tankers would have showed him that they were disguised cruisers."
Lana looked troubled. “I can't understand why Stilicho didn't see that.” She added loyally, “But it can't be any fault of his. And, anyway, we, got out safely."
"If that League cruiser that grappled onto you had gunned you, it would have been the end of you,” John Thorn told her. “I can't understand why they didn't when they had you helpless."
"Neither can I,” Lana confessed. “They must have wanted to capture me, and take me to be tried and executed as a lesson to the whole system. If so, they overreached themselves!"
She turned to the Jovian pilot, and ordered, “Straight to Turkoon, now. There's no danger of more pursuit."
As the Lightning throbbed on through the Zone, homing toward the jungle asteroid like all the other scattered pirate ships, John Thorn drew his two comrades unobtrusively back down into the privacy of the narrow corridor below the control-room.
"There was something damned queer about that trap the League set!” Thorn declared. “Their whole object seemed to be to capture this ship—to capture Lana—and they took good care not to fire once at her craft, lest they kill her."
Sual Av stared, perplexed. “But why would the League set such an elaborate trap as that to capture her?"
"Why did we come here to seek out the girl?” Thorn countered meaningly. “Because she has a secret that we want."
Gunner Welk started. “You mean that the League may be after the secret of Erebus, too? That the League may be trying—"
"Trying to get that radite on Erebus, the same as we are?” Thorn finished. He frowned. “It's possible.
Remember, we heard that the League planned some frightful new agent of destruction to use on the Alliance worlds, to beat them into submission after they smash our fleet. Maybe the radite has something to do with that!"
Sual Av's green eyes widened. “Then it might be a League agent who put that Ear in your pocket yesterday, who is working from inside the pirates as we are and helped plan this trap? But who is it?
Brun Abo, or Jenk Cheerly, or old Stilicho, maybe?"
"Whichever it is, if a League agent is after the girl's secret, we've got to beat him to it!” burst Gunner.
“'But how?"
"She'll never tell me the secret, I'm sure of that, even though she feels grateful to me now,” Thorn said, frowning. “But she may have written down what her father told her about Erebus. She may have the secret among her papers."
Sual Av's ugly face stiffened. “You mean to search her papers? John, it's too dangerous! If these pirates caught you—"
"I've got to take the chance,” Thorn rapped. “With the League working against us, there's no time to lose now!"
CHAPTER VIII
Out of the Past
"From Mercury to Pluto,
From Saturn back to mars,
We'll fight and sail and blaze our trail in crimson through the stars.
We'll cram our holds with plunder
From every world and moon,
And thunder back on the homeward track
To feast at old Turkoon!"
That song that was roaring now from hundreds of, lusty throats had been the traditional song of the space pirates for centuries. Every corner of the Solar System had shivered at the sound of it at one time or another. It echoed now in a fierce, swinging chant through the night at Turkoon Town, The pirates and their women were feasting at rude tables and benches around a huge fire of dry fern-logs that blazed in the center of the street. The tables groaned with enormous masses of food, huge haunches of Jovian marsh-steers, rosy canal-fruit from Mars, sticky confections looted from Neptunian ships. And there were platoons of bottles and bulging casks from every world in the system. Strong drink was going down with the food as the Companions celebrated their partially successful foray.
Above the firelit feasters stretched the night sky of the Zone, the most wonderful in the system, a black canopy gaudy with thousands of blazing stars, with the yellow topaz of Saturn and the far green emeralds of Uranus and Neptune blazing high. Comets moved like mysterious, white ghosts through the jungled heavens, and constantly meteors flashed and ran across the black sky-span.
At one of the tables sat Lana Cain, her smooth hair gleaming like dull gold in the firelight, her hand absently patting the neck of the great gray beast crouched beneath her—Ool, the space dog.
John Thorn sat beside her, his dark face inscrutable and his black eyes watchful. Sual Av was feasting heartily farther down the table, joking and laughing with the other pirate captains, while Gunner Welk ate in brooding silence.
"They are like children, the Companions,” the girl said to Thorn over the din of voices and clatter of bottles. “Already they have forgotten that they nearly met death in that trap today, in their rejoicing over the loot we got."
Thorn shrugged. “I can't say that I blame them. An outlaw has to take his fun when he can—he never knows whether he'll see the next day or not."
Lana's blue eyes, dark
in the ruddy firelight, studied Thorn's lean face thoughtfully.
"But you Planeteers are not like most outlaws, John Thorn,” she said. “There is something different about you—something purposeful, I don't know what."
Thorn sensed faint danger, but he smiled as he fingered a goblet of wonderful pink Martian glass.
"The only real purpose we Planeteers have is to hunt excitement, I guess,” he told her. “We've done a lot of damn fool things, without much reason."
"Thorn, why do you not stay here with me, with the Companions?” Lana asked, impulsively grasping his hand. Her blue eyes eager on his, she added earnestly, “I have great plans, and with you Planeteers helping—"
She was interrupted by a sudden uproar in a fierce voice along the table. Thorn jumped up.
Old Stilicho Keene was standing, his rheumy eyes glaring with rage, his thin, bony hands trembling with passion as he faced the obese green Uranian, Jenk Cheerly.
"Say that again,” shrilled the old pirate to the Uranian, “and I'll blow your lying head off your pig's body!"
Jenk Cheerly's small eyes glittered with hate as he rose to face the enraged old Martian.
"I do say it again!” squeaked the obese Uranian. “I say it was your fault that we nearly got trapped by those League cruisers today! You said you spied out the freighters and tankers before they blasted from Jupiter. If you did, you would have been sure to see those tankers were disguised battle-cruisers. So you didn't do it. Or you knew about the trap, and led us right into it!"
Old Stilicho seemed to suffocate with his own passion. His bony figure was quivering, his wrinkled face livid.
"You're accusing me of treachery!” he shrilled. “Me, Stilicho Keene, that's rocketed with the Companions for fifty years! By space, Uranian, no man can—"
The old pirate's clawlike hand was darting toward the atom-pistol at his belt. Jenk Cheerly's fat hand flew toward his own weapon.
But Lana Cain sprang in between them. Her eyes were flaming with wrath.
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